C217 torture

He aimlessly went upstairs and entered the bedroom. The bedroom was still the same as it was in the morning. It was as clean and tidy as it was when he left, and the air was still filled with her scent.

He sat dejectedly on the bed, his eyes red, crying like a child.

A hoarse voice sounded in the room. Although she tried her best to suppress her crying, she still couldn't help it