Limited to 500 words. The early morning sunlight was thin and gentle, spreading all over the floor through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The originally simple and comfortable bedroom was in a mess. The messy clothes on the ground and the broken pieces of the water glass were entangled with each other, as if they had experienced a fierce battle. The heroine of this fierce battle huddled in the corner of the bed and trembled.
"I... Will go to the police."
The man with a bath towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair smiled gently, casually took the camera on the table and shook it as a demonstration.
Rong Mu's face instantly turned pale. Her fingers clenched the quilt so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her chest seemed to have been shattered by a blow. She felt as if she was suffocating. She spat out a few bytes through clenched teeth with a trembling voice, "Lu Heng, I hate you!"
Wearing a white shirt and light brown trousers, elegant and well-dressed, Lu Heng buttoned the last button and looked at her with a mocking and contemptuous look in her eyes, "Amu, how can you bear to hate me?"