But now she had escaped.
Like someone guilty and cowardly, she had run away.
Yet her heart was still heavy and suffocated, with a lingering breath stuck in her chest, making her uncomfortable. Every breath felt like piercing pain.
Why was she still so upset?
Hadn't she already seen through that bastard long ago, knowing he was a despicable, shameless fraud?
She was already disappointed in him, yet her heart still ached so much, so painfully.
The needle-like pain spread from her heart to her eyes.
She started feeling a sharp sting in her eyes, a severe acidic throbbing, as warm mist quickly formed a layer of tears in her eyes. In the blink of an eye, tears like a string of broken beads fell onto her pale cheeks.
"Bastard, bastard!"
She covered her eyes, letting the tears slip through her fingers.
Why did she fall for such a bastard and cry for him?
She truly hated her own lack of fortitude.
Swearing and sobbing, she moved deeper into the scenic area.
