The girl cried in despair.
Her tears had already dried up, and her eyes were unsightly red.
At this moment, her originally bright and smiling eyes had long become empty.
His eyes lost focus.
He just looked at the ceiling as his body shook violently.
The leather of the sofa had been scratched by her nails.
It was like proof of a strong struggle.
**
The sofa, the carpet, the stairs, and finally, in the bedroom, on her bed.
However, in the end, the man's Red eyes were already wet. He hugged her tightly, who could no longer resist, and kept kissing her eyes. He kept murmuring in her ear with a trembling voice, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yingluo.
All these apologies originated from that moment.
The moment he took possession of her.
He couldn't forget her.
She couldn't forget the bloodstains on the sofa.
Only when he saw that scene did he realize that he seemed to have done something wrong.