Chapter 169 Still Hate Him

• I ran the brush down my dirt blond hair, carefully untangling the knots that had build up throughout the past two days. My hair reeked of wet dirt and sweat. I had to take a shower but my limbs were unwilling to step inside cold water. Exhaustion and sleep covered my eyes. The bags underneath my eyes were getting thicker and darker by every minute passing by.
• I had gone through my things, surveyed the room Gwen had led me into and opened everything that was left of mine.
• My clothes were still there, hanging in the closest, covered with the scent of my favorite perfume. I could tell a few things were misplaced but none of those things were as important as everything else was.