The bedroom was pitch black. Li Jiaqi lay on the bed, thinking about how Huo Siyuan was doing right now?
With He Yingdong around, she didn't dare to inquire about Huo Siyuan's whereabouts.
If he found out, it would definitely be disastrous.
He didn't even need to do anything himself; just a call to the police could plunge Huo Siyuan into an abyss of despair.
After a long time, she finally got up and walked to the window barefoot.
There, she saw He Yingdong with Yan Xiruo.
The two were walking side by side toward the seaside, their figures particularly well-matched under the hazy moonlight.
He was tall and handsome; she was petite, delicate, and beautiful.
Haha, they look so perfect together, perfect like a bloody scene.
Dammit, He Yingdong, if you have her, why are you still keeping me captive!!!
The blood in Li Jiaqi's heart surged again.
Her small hands clenched tightly together.
Watching those figures walk further and further away until they disappeared.
