She had spent the whole night on the bed, just as frozen as she had been since he had left her last night to go to the restroom and still hadn't come back.
Now even the flowing tears had dried up on the rosy cheeks. Bloodshot red eyes seemed to be bulging with blood. Again and again, the nails of the fingers were shaking in the palm of the hand, but his power was not broken. Her hair was tied in a catcher, her eyes fixed on her swing, and she was deep in thought.
I want to get rid of this day-to-day discussion. I will not tolerate any more cruelty. Never. I will not put my life in trouble.
Various thoughts were wandering in her mind, and then she bit her lips and came to a final decision. She wanted to talk to him clearly; no matter what happens, even if he hits her, slaps her, or tortu
