Ashley reached out her hand, and when she grasped the door handle in front of her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She used a little force and pushed open a crack. Light from the crack shines into the empty room. The light here is very dim. It was dark, suddenly a light shone into her eyes, it was a bit bright so she squinted her eyes.

At that moment, the world seemed to spin, her wrist was held by someone else, the force was not great but her body was too thin, walking was a bit inconvenient so she fell to the ground.


Regaining her composure, Ashley raised her head and immediately encountered a face like an executioner's. Under the dim light, it was very vague and could not be seen clearly.

A hand reached towards her face.

"What are you doing?"


She avoided.

'Don't move." Still elegant and polite, Lorne's voice slowly commanded.


Ashley's expression looked a bit embarrassed. The misfortune three years ago in prison had turned that arrogant Ashley into a poor, sensitive beetle. Lorne's voice was originally very gentle, but from here in that gentleness, she heard a trace of coldness... Extremely similar to Milan.

Milan... Milan... Milan... He and Milan are the same person, he will hurt her.

Ashley's eyes were frightened, and her whole body quickly left.

A voice rang in her ear:

"Disobedience? What I hate most are toys that don't listen."

Ashley's whole body was shocked, her face changed slightly, under the dim or even black light, she couldn't see his face clearly, she could only see a glimpse of a cold face... Lorne? Milan? Lorne? Milan?

'Disobedient toys must be locked up for good teaching."

That sound rang out again.

Ashley's whole body trembled, even the smallest movements stopped, her eyes widened in fear, and fear filled her pupils... Milan. Don't detain me.

'Don't detain me, don't detain me, don't detain me."

The words "Milan" and "detention" were enough to drive her crazy. 'Please, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't hold me back, please, don't hold me back anymore, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare."

Lorne was waved by the crazy woman in front of him. Suddenly, he was caught off guard and staggered for a moment. He regained his composure, his elegant and polite face gradually became cold, his whole body tall. Seeing Ashley's hands waving wildly in the air, he was so angry that he took a breath.

'Are you crazy?"

'Get away, get away. I know I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."

Lorne had never been treated like this by anyone. Next to the wall is a light switch. He reached down and pressed it down, the whole room was filled with light.

He felt even more uncomfortable, one hand restrained Ashley's hand, and his other hand grabbed Ashley's chin. "Hey! Are you crazy enough yet?"

Lorne's voice stopped slightly, these eyes in front of him made him take a breath of cold air.

The crazy expression, the empty eyes... This woman, what happened?

Under his glasses, a light flashed in his eyes. He is a smart person. If we had never met... At a glance, he could guess that this woman had mistaken him for someone else. 

His expression continued to change. Lorne quietly let go of her hand and walked out to a quiet place. Right now, you can't tell a man like you to slap this crazy woman to wake her up, right?

The best solution is to stay away for a bit and wait for her to wake up.

The vision in the room was blurry, the whole room was silent, except for the sound of the woman muttering to herself.

Lorne looked coldly at Ashley, the woman mumbling at a lower and lower frequency.

 Until everything was completely quiet, Lorne lifted his feet off the cold floor, walked in front of her, and stopped.

His hand reached towards her, and Ashley instinctively tilted her head to avoid it.

A soft laugh reached her ears, "Are you awake?"

Ashley was a bit upset, after all, she had a neurological disorder.

Lorne sneered once, one second, the next second, Ashley's forehead heated up, she heard Lorne say. "Don't avoid it, I just want to ask you something, what is the scar on your forehead like?" When he took her out of the room, he saw this scar.

Huh?

Ashley was a bit confused, then calmly spoke. "I fell."

Her eyes drooped. 'Can you let go yet?" She was not in the habit of showing that scar in front of others, nor was she in the habit of letting others touch it. Lorne let go, he looked at the woman in front of him, she was a little worried and wanted to cover that scar. She used her bangs to cover the scar on her forehead.

"You notice the scar on your forehead?" Lorne smiled lightly, "If you're so worried, why don't you go to the orthopedic hospital to have it removed?"

Having finished speaking, he was no longer interested in talking to the woman in front of him, so he lifted his feet and prepared to leave.

'I can't get rid of this scar. For the rest of my life, I can't give it up."

Suddenly.

Lorne stopped walking and was silent for a long moment. A very deep voice rang out in the room.

'Once upon a time, there was a woman who said that the scar on her forehead could not be erased in this life. She didn't have bangs because she wanted to hide that scar."

Ashley's heart jumped a little... It was because she had experienced it herself that she knew better how painful these words were.

'The person who said this, is she the person you love?" She didn't know why, but she knew clearly that with her low status, she shouldn't say much. As soon as the words came out, she immediately regretted it.

Ashley, don't forget, you're just someone who murdered someone and went to jail.