There were only two people in that private room, but Han Ruoxi felt that there was still a hand in the dark, holding her throat.

Just like there were thousands of ants getting into her bones, she clenched her fists and wanted to push some kind of thirst out of the body, but felt more painful. There seemed to be thousands of wounds hidden under her skin, as if she could only let the pain out by breaking her body.

Tears slipped from the corner of the eye ...