Lu Rongrong gradually came back to her senses from her memories. Her eyes, blurred by tears, were beautiful. When she first mentioned Lu Qiao, a smile danced on her lips—warm and sweet. But as she continued to speak, that sweetness turned to a faint bitterness.
Even now, she doesn't know what she did wrong, but she gladly accepts this outcome.
The card being frozen, being exiled, and even having to earn her tuition through work—all these things she found trivial. After all, this affluent lifestyle was originally stolen by her mother. Returning it was only rightful.
But the one thing she couldn't endure was Lu Qiao taking her from A City back to Italy every few days. The first thing he did upon meeting was bed her, forcibly using violence, then spewing those venomous and humiliating words.
Then, as if it were nothing, he brought different girlfriends home right in front of her, later sneaking into her bedroom at night.
This cycle repeated endlessly.
