At last, she fainted.
She was covered in cold sweat, and her hair was drenched too.
It was pain that woke her up. When she came to, the room was devoid of light.
In a corner of the darkness, a small flicker of flame twinkled intermittently.
She struggled to open her eyes, trying to make out the man with her blurred vision.
It was him...
Reason slowly gathered, and she remembered—the man silently smoking in the corner was none other than her ex-boyfriend. The one she had discarded, looked down upon with disdain, wishing he would be jailed forever and never released.
"Awake?"
With the man's lukewarm voice, the lights in the room turned on.
The illumination was dim.
But she could still clearly see his face, though not handsome, was decent enough.
And his eyes, brimming with resentment.
As her consciousness fully returned, she immediately realized her predicament and started screaming shrilly, "Weibo... what the hell do you want? Let me go, let me go back, let me go back."