When Li Siru woke up, the sun had already risen high in the sky. She instinctively tried to get up, but...
Her body was aching to the point of almost being immobile. She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, and scenes from last night flooded back into her mind.
Her sister drugged her, her cousin tied her to the bed...
Then afterwards...
Li Siru's mind went instantly blank; she dared not believe, dared not think. It had to be a dream, otherwise why would her sister and cousin do this to her?
It had to be a dream, otherwise why would the man in her dream feel like Lu Beiyao?
Li Siru's hands began to tremble. She slowly lifted the quilt to look underneath, unconsciously closing her eyes.
The force was heavy, seemingly with anger, mercilessly ravaging her.
If it was Lu Beiyao, why would he treat her so crazily?
If it wasn't...
Li Siru covered her face and cried silently. A knock on the door startled her even more, and she clutched the quilt tightly, staring in terror at the door.
