Huo Jingting returned to his own bedroom, his heart still pounding uncontrollably.
He sat down beside the bed, his mind in turmoil. He felt a blankness, unable to think of anything else.
He knew that Gu Nanqiao had been unhappy in the three years after her marriage, but he had never thought that her suffering was because of that incident three years ago.
That game, where he was the instigator and she the victim...
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Time flowed backward to three years ago.
Vienna International Hotel, top floor, presidential suite.
The moonlight was bright, its silvery glow streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the chaotic scene on the bed without omission.
Huo Jingting took off his black coat, then ripped open the buttons on his white shirt before leaning down eagerly to pull the woman on the bed towards him, pinning her beneath him.
"Hmm..." A faint murmur escaped from the woman's lips.