Then so be it.
Let them live their happy lives without her. Let them be free of the worthless woman who had only ever existed to be their sacrifice.
She was so tired.
So unbearably tired.
And as the silence wrapped around her like a burial shroud, Lin Yueyao finally let go of the last thread tethering her to life.
There was nothing left.
Not love.
Not hope.
Not even pain.
Only this endless darkness, swallowing her whole.
On the third day, Yueyao lay slumped against the damp wall, her eyelids swollen shut and her lips split, crusted with dried blood. Her body throbbed with a thousand invisible knives, but her mind was numb, drifting in and out of dark voids.
She barely registered the men entering until one of them grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her eyes open with his thumb.
"She's barely conscious. Take the photos quickly," he ordered coldly.