Inside, only a warm lamp by the nightstand was on.

When she saw the figure lying on the bed, Yvonne couldn't help but stop in her tracks. Perhaps it had been too long since she had seen him; she suddenly felt a little timid.

Back then, she left with such determination and hadn't even left behind a single message.

She didn't know if Stephen hated her, since he hadn't contacted her in the past six months.

At first, she had been a little resentful, but when she saw the scars on her body, she felt that perhaps it was a good thing for Stephen to be so heartless as not to look for her.

After all, she looked terrible. How was she worthy enough for him?

Thinking back to that time, it truly had been the darkest and most pessimistic time of her life.

Perhaps it was her low self-esteem, but during that time, she hadn't even dared to look at any news about Stephen. All she did was dream about him over and over again.

At that moment, she was standing five steps away from him, yet she didn'