Watching him walk into the elevator, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door and locked it.

After doing all this, she lost all strength and collapsed on the couch.

The living room was covered with muddy footprints from the doorway to the sofa, and the gray carpet around the coffee table was stained.

She looked at the footprints, one by one, as if they were imprinted into her brain, which was very uncomfortable.

She got up......

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