Chapter 97 Not A Lover!

• The next day, I was quietly sitting on the bed while the comforter covered half my bare legs. My tears felt sticky on my cheeks while I stared nowhere with a blank expression.
• Ripped clothes were scattered around, which made the whole room look messy. The coldness of the room hit my sensitive skin even though I was wearing nothing but his white shirt from last night....the only thing which wasn't ripped.
• My mind and body both ached. I couldn't wrap my brain around a single thought. Too much happened for which I wasn't ready for. He loved me, did he? Or was it because I ran away from him?