Ouyang Fangcun then quickly organized his clothing; his movements were swift and decisive, each step showing his resolve.
There wasn't a hint of hesitation on his face, only deep determination.
He turned and headed towards the door, his stride firm, as if he was trampling all his anger underfoot.
In the dim light, his figure appeared resolute and powerful.
Ouyang Fangcun left the room, and the heavy door slowly closed behind him, separating him from Shen Nian.
In this enclosed space, Shen Nian was left alone. Her eyes were vacant, as if she had lost her soul.
Once again, silence descended upon the room, leaving Shen Nian to face her own helplessness alone.
In this vortex, everyone was paying the price for their fates and choices, and Shen Nian was no exception.
Shen Nian sat quietly in the corner of the dimly lit room; her tears had dried up, and the red marks on her face were still clearly visible.
Her gaze was dull, as if her spirit had been completely shattered.