The cold floor, the endless torment.
When exactly it had ended, Shen Li had no idea.
Her body, her soul, her dignity, she only felt that everything about her had been shattered to pieces.
In her mind, over and over, she wondered why she was still alive, bearing the lives of others, enduring endless humiliation.
"Huo Siyu, just kill me..."
Shen Li murmured to herself, her throat already unable to produce any words, her lips merely moving.
The restraints on her body were finally released, but she felt absolutely nothing.
Instead of collapsing on the cold ground, she was held in an icy, strong embrace, lifted horizontally.
"Want to die?" Huo Siyu sneered, speaking into her ear, "You're my woman, even if you want to die, you need my permission."
Saying that, he picked up the blanket from the couch, wrapped Shen Li in it, and carried her back to the bedroom.