Tiya, oh Tiya.
After all that has happened, after he ruthlessly exposed all the lies, throwing your dignity and face into the dirt to be trampled.
Why do you still think of him now?
In the dead of night, Tiya sat in front of the dressing table, lost in thought, staring at the mirror, her mind flooded with myriad thoughts.
At this moment, the girl in the mirror unconsciously combed through her loose chestnut hair that draped over her shoulders, her eyes slightly red as if she had just wept bitterly not long ago.
It has been quite some time since Xiya left angrily, and it is unknown what the situation is now.
She was scared that someone would suddenly come in, joyfully delivering some bad news.
The limb connector had been slain in the streets by Captain Xiya.
For some reason, even though she appeared calm on the surface, deep inside, she was truly afraid of hearing such news.