Meanwhile, Jiang Ciyou returned to her room, her thoughts in turmoil. She hadn't explained herself to Bo Jinxiu, because how could she? How could she begin to explain that she had been violated, unconscious, by an attacker she still couldn't name? The trauma had once plunged her into a deep depression, a darkness she had fought hard to crawl out of. She had finally managed to crumple the memory in