Ziyan returned to her room, only to hear noises from downstairs. It sounded like he had smashed something again, and soon after, he drove away.
Every encounter always ended unpleasantly, which was not her intention.
She wiped the blood off her foot with a tissue and went downstairs to clean up the broken glass.
In fact, she felt some sympathy for Tang Shaosheng, thinking that they might be birds of a feather.
Forced into a marriage with a stranger.
She knew he liked Su Nian, but she didn't understand why he could still indulge in drinking and merry-making if he had someone he liked.
If his reputation had not been so bad, maybe Su Nian wouldn't have run away from the wedding in the first place.
But life is not filled with maybes; it was all retribution he brought upon himself.
After tidying up downstairs, Ziyan, exhausted from the day, took a bath and went to bed.
She didn't know what time it was, nor if it was a dream or reality.
