Shen Heyu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window looking down, the floor was high enough to take in the entire cityscape.
She had felt hungry upon getting off the plane, which coincided with mealtime, and after struggling with Pei Yansi for so long.
Her body lacked strength from hunger, and she sat on the sofa, pondering how to deal with Pei Yansi.
It wasn't that she no longer had feelings for him, but that those feelings were mixed with too much and were no longer pure. Those scars from six years ago were indelible in her heart.
Now he dictated to bring her here as he pleased, but the scars in her heart hadn't healed, and she couldn't possibly come back to his side.
Her thoughts wandered back and forth, turning over and over, when suddenly she heard the sound of a doorbell from outside.
Shen Heyu stood up, went to the peephole, and saw a woman who looked like a waitstaff.
She couldn't open the door.