In the middle of the night, the door kept getting knocked. Gu Chushi slowly got up from the bed. Her snow-white legs were rippling in the moonlight. She was wearing a black silk nightgown. The vertical tattoo on her back was covered by Jiang Youshen, as if the sultry heat of summer was rushing to erase that unforgettable memory.
Gu Chushi came to the door barefoot, and through the peephole, she saw the person standing outside the door, trapping her in place. Three years have made his edges sharper. He just leaned against the wall carelessly, staring at the door with cold eyes, as if he was sure that she would open it.
She turned around, leaned against the door, and slowly hugged herself tightly. She didn't understand why he was entangled in this unclear relationship in this way when it was obviously his hand that let go first. Tears slipped silently, and those teardrops were full of scars.
Yes, sometimes the very people we thought saved our lives are also the ones who hurt us. That savior may be the one who imprisoned you.
Sc, sweet abuse
Intention: youthful admiration
