She leaned against the edge of the tub, gasped slightly, and looked around.

Qiao Yue's gaze stayed on the fading shower on the ground, then she picked up the shower and turned the switch to the hot water mode.

Almost all the things in the bathroom are imported high-end goods, and the shower quickly gushes out hot water.

Qiao Yue still didn't move, sat on the floor with her back against the bathtub, and didn't take off the tattered dress on her body, but took the shower and rinsed it off her body.

The warm water sprayed out of the shower, and Qiao Yue's cold skin slowly woke up and regained consciousness.

The rack where towels and pajamas were hung was not far from her, and she got up and dragged a towel, took off her wet clothes, and wiped off the cold water stains on her body little by little.

Because she only had one hand to move, she was unusually slow.

When the towel reached the red and swollen skin on the shoulder, even though the towel was very soft and delicate, there was still a hot feeling, and Qiao Yue subconsciously stopped moving.

She walked to the mirror, turned slightly to the side, and saw a bright red patch of snow-white skin.

Qiao Yue lowered her long eyelashes, and a sad look flowed from her eyes.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and continued to wipe with a towel, only avoiding the red and swollen skin.

After Qiao Yue dried her body and hair, she casually took a bathrobe and put it on her body, then turned around and walked outside the bathroom.

From the bathroom to the bedroom, Qiao Yue walked unusually tired, and her legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Qiao Yue walked to the bed in the bedroom and plunged into the soft quilt.

She was so tired that Qiao Yue planned to sleep for a while before leaving.

Qiao Yue knew that after Su Mingyuan left, she would not come back in a short time, so she could rest here for a while with peace of mind.

Qiao Yue turned over and put herself in the tight quilt.

She was curled up and lying in the wide quilt, a small lump, so thin that it made people feel distressed.

Qiao Yue buried her face in the quilt, she took a deep breath, and there was a familiar smell on the quilt.

The familiar smell made her feel reassured.

Even if Su Mingyuan hated her and hated her to such an extent, she still loved him.

Qiao Yue remembered the conversation they had eight years ago when they were looking at the stars on the roof of Sumu Village.

The saddest thing in the world is to love him but not be able to tell him.

A tear slipped from the corner of Qiao Yue's eyes, along her fair face, and all the way into her long black hair.

Qiao Yue hugged the quilt hard, as if in this way, she could grab something.

The wound on the palm of his hand was still painful, a dull pain that numbly drilled his heart, with a hot swelling sensation.

But even so, it can't compare to the heartache.

Qiao Yue tried her best to ignore the pain in her hand, even if it was a fracture, she would wait until she woke up before going to the hospital.

It's late, but the party downstairs isn't over yet.

Even when it's over, these people have other entertainment schedules.

The last thing people in high society lack is a way to have fun.

Su Mingyuan was looking for Hua Yu's figure in private, planning to have a drink with him.

Although getting drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows didn't work for Su Mingyuan, now he urgently needed to use alcohol to vent the depression in his heart.

Su Mingyuan looked around and didn't see Huayu's shadow.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

Through the glass, he saw the last person he wanted to see——— Gong Cheng.

Through the glass window, Su Mingyuan saw Gong Cheng walking towards the parking lot with a woman in his arms.

If Su Mingyuan is not mistaken, the woman wearing a men's coat is Luo Ting.

Just now in front of Qiao Yue, he didn't offer his courtesy, turned around and hooked up with Luo Ting again.

Su Mingyuan looked at the pair of backs, hooked his lips and sneered, and then turned to leave.

When he came to a corner, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.