Lou Ming snorted coldly and said, "Wouldn't death be too easy for you? I'll make sure you wish you were dead. Trust me, I have many ways to do that."
Ouyang Xiaojun clutched her own hands tightly. Head bowed, she said nothing.
Lou Ming, already feeling irritable, became even more disturbed.
He didn't want to see Ouyang Xiaojun at all and turned to leave.
As he walked away, Ouyang Xiaojun also began to move slowly towards the exit.
She didn't look up or look back, as if Lou Ming were air.
This time, she no longer asked herself what she should do, or how she could escape.
She was tired, feeling as if she had been hollowed out, leaving only an empty shell. It was always like this when facing Lou Ming.
It was now very hard for her to encourage herself to bounce back. She had completely lost that indomitable will to live.
She was tired, truly very tired.
Not physically tired but emotionally exhausted, every cell in her body as feeble as if dehydrated.
