Trying to keep her sanity, Frida slowly walked to the bathroom to wipe the blood from her palms.... She felt that her eyes were watery, and that her tears would come at any moment. However, she restrained herself and didn't allow herself to cry for any man...
Thinking about it, she turned on the tap of the sink and wiped her hands... Her vision had become blurred, while her heart was beating fast... All the red blood from her palms was running down the drain of the sink as she sighed deeply...
She kept looking at his face in the mirror, she felt that her cheerful aura had died in a matter of seconds, now only a faint mist surrounded her...
Before that, she heard the door of the room open with a loud bang... But even so, she just kept still, with her gaze fixed on the mirror... Her exp
