I've been betrayed.
As I was being escorted, I just felt dizzy: I felt unprecedented shame and anger.
The officer who was walking at the front, the one who caught me, suddenly turned around and smiled at me. That beautiful face was familiar, and the eyes that always looked at me with contempt and the habitual mocking face were even more familiar to me. At that moment, I understood everything, just like what he said when I went to bed with him for the first time: Me sleeping with you doesn't mean that I like you. On the contrary, I hate you... Maybe we were destined to be enemies as early as that time?
Conception: