Three years, in that place where she could not see the sunlight, she had plenty of time, to understand what happened that night.

 Three years, enough for her to understand some things.


It's just that, until the day she was released from prison, she still didn't dare to believe it, and it was like she was being hypnotized, hypnotizing herself, constantly telling herself: There must be a reason, it must be because she suffered too much torture, too much humiliation, too much filth and darkness in prison, so her heart became ugly, she thought everyone was a bad person, she was angry with Gina.

Countless times deceiving herself, countless times telling herself, it wasn't Gina's fault, but because her heart had become ugly, she thought badly of Gina.

However, when she was in the private room of Paradise Club, when Duane asked her why he made Gina drink the whole bottle of whiskey, Ashley had no way to deceive herself anymore.


 It turned out that it wasn't because her heart, after experiencing so much suffering, had become ugly.

But from beginning to end, she still looked at that girl with a sweet smile and a warm, lovely face.


Gina! Gina!

She wondered what the person who had never treated her badly, when she was in front of her, constantly acting out different plays, every time she said to Ashley "Actually, I don't like Milan", what was she nurturing in the end.

Every time she pursued Milan but was unexpectedly rejected, Gina would come to comfort and encourage her, and she still believed and was moved by her sincere treatment.

Ashley could even see that, after her consecutive failed confessions to Milan, Gina would always stand by her side to observe everything and comfort her, while laughing at herself in her heart for being toyed with in the palm of her hand.

 Ashley didn't want to recall those memories, but why couldn't those memories let her go, like a tide, breaking the dike and rushing into her face, seemingly wanting to drown her? 

The memories happened in the past. 

Gina looked troubled as she said: I don't like Milan. 

Gina was like a little sun comforting herself: It's okay, Milan's personality is like that, but Ashley, you're also great, Milan will understand your heart. 

Gina shyly said: Sister Ashley, I think I'm starting to like someone, but I'm afraid of Milan. You have to quickly pursue Milan, then I won't be afraid of him anymore, by then you can help me convince him. 

And that night, Gina pulled her tightly with an innocent expression: Sister Ashley, take me to the bar to play, I've never been there, so I'm very curious. I heard from my classmates that the handsome guys there sing very well.

The funny thing is, she naively believed it. What happened next... Then Gina was raped, and what about her, she was locked up by Milan, this stupidity, is three years, three years of suffering all kinds of humiliation and torment, and carrying the crime of murder for the rest of her life.

Hate.

Uncontrollable hatred, she couldn't control this hatred, couldn't control the anger in her heart, couldn't control anything anymore.

She raised her head, the corners of her mouth curled up, half crying and half laughing, her eyes were filled with pain at this moment, but she told herself, it couldn't be this difficult.

"Milan. If you have the ability, kill me.

Even if you kill me, I will still say this.

Gina can't die in peace.

Gina's death can't wash away all her sins.

Gina, she deserves it.

Gina must go to hell. I will spend the rest of my life cursing her. Gina will never be forgiven."

It seemed like she was using all her strength, to scream, to scream.

It seemed like she had just blurted out, that after being released from prison, she had never spoken so fluently, so quickly, and expressed all her emotions like this.

She... was about to go crazy.

 Once trusted like that, but now suffered like that.

Once treated so well, but now hated like that.

Starting from Duane's question in the private room, Ashley was about to go crazy. She must have gone crazy like that for a long time, what could compare, when the best friend she trusted so much stabbed her in the back with a knife, and this knife, so fatal that it seemed to want to take her life.

No... It didn't seem like, it took Ashley's life.

Ashley had nothing left, Ashley had no confidence anymore... then was she still Ashley?

She suppressed everything, suppressed her thoughts, only then could she suppress the hatred that was exploding at this moment.

But in the end, she still couldn't escape Milan's few casual words.  He always had a way, just one sentence from him, could easily make her stand on the brink of collapse "Gina must go to hell. I will spend the rest of my life swearing. Gina will never be forgiven." 

The screams suddenly stopped, and when a slap sounded, the atmosphere in this hospital room, suddenly condensed. 

On the hospital bed, the woman's head was tilted to one side, her messy hair covered half of her face, the other half of her face, hidden in the darkness. 

The left cheek, just a little movement would hurt, and that pain pierced her heart. 

She didn't raise her hand to touch it, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, at a slow speed, flowing down, dripping... Each drop of bright red blood slowly fell onto the mattress. 

"Ashley, you shouldn't talk about Gina like that in front of Milan. Don't be stubborn, say a few words of apology and pretend that nothing happened."

Tyson's heart was beating very fast, the current situation seemed to have exceeded his expectations, afraid that Ashley would be stubborn and stubborn, so he quickly lowered his voice to advise Ashley a few words. When this matter calmed down, he advised Milan to go out and end this matter here.

No matter what, Ashley's curse at that time was too cruel, and Gina had passed away. No matter what, one cannot curse a dead person.

Tyson frowned in disapproval, glancing at the woman on the hospital bed.

Milan had never shown joy or anger, but Milan, who had always dared to do and dared to endure, now felt as if his hand was burned, hidden behind his back, and that hand, could not help but tremble. His eyes were calm, looking at the woman on the bed, when he saw the blood on the mattress, a trace of regret appeared in his eyes.

The hand hidden behind his back was shaking violently.

Not judging Gina's good or bad, Gina's appearance, he had already clearly forgotten, but the appearance of this woman three years ago, was like deeply imprinted in his mind.

He, could not ignore Ashley.

This woman Ashley, should not turn into this hateful and resentful appearance. He... did not want to see Ashley in such an ugly appearance.

Ashley must be confident and arrogant, quick-witted and resilient, open-minded and carefree.

If Ashley turned into this hateful and ugly appearance... He would not allow it.

"From now on, don't let me hear those words again." He said calmly.

The woman on the hospital bed, in the empty corner, the corner of her mouth was injured, snickering... "Mr. Milan, either let me go, or lock me up there." Turning her head to look at him, she snickered, a provocation in despair.

Three years of imprisonment had robbed her of her freedom.

 After three years, he used his power to take away her freedom.

If so, then in prison or out of prison, what's the difference?

Either release her, and from now on she will be free. Or lock her in prison, out of prison and not out of prison are not the same freedom.

After being released from prison, for the first time, she raised her chin, if not looking at her miserable appearance, her expression, arrogant to the point of being dazzling, the corners of her mouth, casually raised, curled her lips, secretly laughing, this is a provocation, a provocation in despair.

Provocation is like rushing into death.

Milan, you choose.