Inside a hotel room.
Sun Zhe lay convulsing on the bed, his face twisted into a gruesome grimace of pain. The agony coursing through his body felt like a thousand cuts, so intense it brought him to the brink of despair, as if he were suffocating. He felt as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis—fully conscious but unable to move his body. As the pain persisted, his hatred for Gu Lingxue grew deeper.
However, the pain in his heart was even worse than the physical agony.
"Gu Lingxue, you liar! You'd better hope I never see you again!"
「...」
Sun Zhe didn't regain control of his body until after ten o'clock that night. He painfully crawled out of bed and left the hotel. After returning home, he went straight to his room and locked the door, not wanting Zhu Yan to see him in such a wretched state.
"Zhe, what's wrong? Open the door," Zhu Yan called out, her voice filled with concern. She stood outside the door wearing a revealing nightgown.
