"Steven Balance, is that you?" She couldn't help but shout again, her breath trembling, her voice hoarse, "What exactly do you want? After all these years, why won't you let me go! Please let me go, I've started over, I don't want to live the same life as the past..."
Her voice dropped, faintly carrying a sobbing undertone between her breaths.
She felt like a helpless little insect, no matter how she struggled, unable to escape the manipulating hands of these powerful men.
The other party finally made a move.
She pressed closely against the wall, feeling the approach of the other person.
In terror, her body was covered with goosebumps, a cold object pressed against the warm skin of her eye corner, due to fear.
It wasn't until the person withdrew that she realized it was his finger.
Cold, with smooth fingerprints, fingertips devoid of any human warmth, they swept past the corner of her eye, silently wiping away the tears.
