Chapter 53

This neighborhood is old, too far from the city center, with many migrant workers as neighbors. The situation is too complex, and what's more upsetting are the lewd gazes of the landlord. Once in the car, Xander adjusted the rearview mirror, looking at his own appearance reflected in it. Honestly, it was a disgrace. He was used to being embraced willingly, but this was the first time he was beaten so badly. The corners of his lips were cracked and bleeding, and there were deep bite marks on his chin. Scratch marks and blood stains spread across his face, his body bearing even more vicious signs of assault. Her nails were as sharp as a cat's claws. And yet, she didn't cry, not a single tear fell from her eyes. Xander suddenly regretted it. His gaze, so cold, he felt as though he was nothing more than thin air. After thinking for a long time, he took out his phone, decided to send her a message. But after deleting and re-writing several times, he only managed to string together four word