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• It was past 9 p.m., and Wuyan lay on a giant bed in a beautifully decorated room, filled with the captivating scent of roses. The interior décor was stunning, and anything she needed could be delivered at the snap of her fingers. Yet, despite all this privilege, she lay numb, devoid of any happiness. The room wasn’t hers alone; it belonged to her and her husband, Mr. Phill.
• After resting at her father’s house that afternoon, she had come to her husband’s house, as was expected after a wedding. She wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for her father and the respect she had for tradition. After all, she was the one who accepted to say "yes" during the wedding. If she hadn’t wanted it, it wouldn’t have happened.
• Her uneasiness in the room suddenly turned to anguish as the door swung open, and Mr. Phill walked in wearing only his underwear. She could see his pot belly and his hairy chest and stomach, which filled her with disgust. She immediately buried her face in the bed, avoiding a second glance at him.