He had already prepared for this and had already guessed how she would react when she woke up. He unhurriedly picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened the video in the photo album, and put it in front of her. It was the scene of last night, in which she took the initiative to do it.
She covered her ears and buried her head in the quilt. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be her. How could she become like that?
She shook her head and felt a little dizzy. There was still fragrance in the room. She widened her eyes!
Yesterday, she smelled the fragrance as soon as she came in. She didn't pay much attention to it at that time, but now it happened, and she didn't want to let go of any clues.
She pulled the quilt to cover herself, got out of bed, and touched the ashes on the table. She stared at Coombs, her eyes full of anger and unwillingness.
"How dare you set me up!"