I've had enough.

It's always like this.

Zhou Sicheng dies from various man-made accidents and unexpected incidents, and I'm stuck in this day, unable to escape no matter what.

Why not just be straightforward?

After all, it’s going to repeat anyway.

I opened my eyes, ignored my colleagues' surprised looks, grabbed the ashtray on the desk and stuffed it into my bag, and ran all the way to the top of the building.

This time, I didn't call security. After finding Zhou Sicheng at the corner, I dragged him to the parking lot.

He didn’t resist but squinted his eyes with a smile, the desire in his eyes making me utterly disgusted.

I got straight to the point: "Why did you and Jiang Yi fight tonight?"

Zhou Sicheng seemed surprised by my sudden change in attitude. Under the influence of alcohol, his words came out intermittently.

"Didn't Jiang Yi, that brat, tell you? Those photos, I kept them meticulously."

What photos? I don't remember any photos being with Zhou Sicheng.

"What photos do you have? Show them to me."

"Why should I give them to you!"

Zhou Sicheng shouted loudly, his hands roaming all over me, his rough stubble scratching my face. I just wanted to kill him.

"Get lost!"

I grabbed my bag and smashed it on his head. The ashtray inside made a big bump on his forehead even through the fabric.

"You bitch, how dare you hit me! You're really asking for it!"

Zhou Sicheng held his head, slapping me across the face.

The inertia threw me to the ground, my head hitting the corner of the wall, and my vision blurred.

Zhou Sicheng kicked me twice and cursed:

"Bitch! How dare you hit me! You're looking for death!"

I grabbed his leg and used all my strength to bring him down. There was no time to take out the ashtray from my bag; I smashed him with the bag itself.

After a while, Zhou Sicheng stopped moving.

His face was covered in blood, his nose smashed, and I didn’t know if he was dead.

I ignored the burning pain on my face and took out his phone to search through the photos.

Zhou Sicheng had set up many private albums. I used his finger to unlock the phone. Inside each album were various pictures of girls.

Some I didn’t recognize, some were of me, and some were of Wang Mengyao.

No wonder Wang Mengyao tried to get his phone.

Turns out, I wasn't the only one he harmed.

He didn't just violate one person; he secretly took photos to enjoy himself later.

Disgusting to the extreme.

"Oh, you saw them, didn't you? What do you think? Nice, huh?"

Zhou Sicheng wasn’t dead; he had just fainted for a bit and woke up again.

When he saw me holding his phone, he wasn't in a hurry to snatch it back.

"You've been dating your boyfriend for so long. Does he know how dirty you are?"

Zhou Sicheng spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed at my face, and said word by word: "I’ll show him these photos. Do you think he will still marry you?"

"Zhou Sicheng, shut up!"

I pushed his hand away and began to delete those private albums one by one.

Zhou Sicheng didn't stop me. He wiped the blood off his face and mocked me: "You think deleting these will make them disappear?"

He actually had backups!

I smashed the phone hard on the ground, shattering the screen.

"Zhou Sicheng, you’re seeking death!"

I grabbed his throat hard: "How many do you have? Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?"

"What can you do to me?"

Zhou Sicheng kicked me in the stomach and spat: "You bitch! If I die, you'll still be trapped here!"

These words struck me like a bolt from the blue, and I was stunned.

"Do you really hate me and want me to die? But if I die, you can’t get out! And you have to help me, you need to find a way to keep me alive!"

Zhou Sicheng laughed maniacally, his whole face twisting in a grotesque manner, his blood-stained teeth showing a yellowish tint, like a mutated zombie.

I endured the pain coming from my abdomen, unable to figure out why, without doing anything wrong, I was trapped here, having to save this man who violated me multiple times.

Zhou Sicheng took the ashtray from my bag, weighed it, and tapped my head lightly but deliberately.

"Thunk... thunk..."

"Liu Yan, do you dare to kill me?"

"What can you do to me?"

"You can't escape..."

"Thunk... thunk..."

A bruise formed on my forehead, and the tension in my mind snapped with each consecutive tap.

I snatched the ashtray from his hand and smashed it onto his face.

"Do you think I’m really afraid?!"

"Why should I save you!"

"Zhou Sicheng! Haven't you ruined my life enough?!"

"What more do you want?!"

At this moment, I felt no fatigue, only the urge to vent the years of pain.

I lifted the ashtray in my hand, smashing it repeatedly onto his skull until I was completely exhausted.