Under Dean's instructions, I was not allowed to leave and received "special care" every day.
My wounds healed and then were ripped open, my nails grew back and then were peeled off, and the continuous electric shocks made me wish for death...
Those pains were deeply buried in my soul, and I would never forget them.
But now, I hid them and smiled at Dean.
"Come on. I was just joking with you. You are my fiancé, and you promised my father that you would always take my side."
I looked at him seriously and said slowly, "You won't forget, right?"
He became even more nervous under my gaze and nodded quickly. "Of course. I've got something to do, so I'll leave."
He hurriedly left, completely unaware of Abby's tearful eyes.
Without his presence, I approached Abby step by step.
I clutched her face and wiped the ink on her face slowly.
"You were so arrogant when you spilled the ink on me. What happened?
"Oh, I remember now. You were acting tough because he was here. Now that he's gone, you can't act tough anymore. Right?"
I squeezed her face hard, watching her tears fall before letting go.
Without being restrained by me, she fled like a frightened mouse.
Looking at her disheveled figure, I laughed.