Chapter 177: The Locked Room of Regret
Gu Tianhao’s Estate, Inner Compound
Mu Qinglan POV
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The room stank of old lavender and rust. It was decorated like a memory, like someone tried to preserve an idea of elegance and failed.
I lay on the bed, not by choice.
Chains, cold and tight, wrapped around my wrists and ankles, biting into skin already red from struggling. One length ran up from my right ankle to the iron bar bolted to the floor beneath the frame. The other looped from my wrist to the top of the headboard.
They didn’t gag me.
Maybe the bastard wanted to hear me scream.
I didn’t give him that.
The door creaked open half an hour ago and hasn’t shut since. It’s like Tianhao wanted to remind me that I wasn’t just restrained—I was being watched.