C636 I Don't Want to be Skinned by Him

The next morning, early in the morning.

A cool breeze blew in through the half-open window, bringing with it a slight chill.

The curtain rose with the wind.

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes. She hit her forehead a few times with her hand.

It was probably because she had shed too much tears last night that her head hurt.

She struggled to get up from the bed