The bed was still a wooden bed, and the floor was still tiled. Except for the necessary table and chairs, there were no other decorations in the room.
Huo Yi brought in a basin of water, brushed the hair off Ye Ranran's face, and helped her clean the mud from her face.
He noticed that she was even thinner than before.
How did Jun Mochan take care of her? Had he been abusing her? Huo Yi pursed his lips, his brows furrowing like mountains.
After cleaning her face, he moved on to her hands.
He helped her roll up her sleeves, revealing the marks left by tight bindings.
A strong sense of anger grew in Huo Yi's eyes as he rolled up her sleeves entirely; some marks had faded, but new ones had appeared.
Her arm, once white like lotus root, was now covered with scars, terrifyingly.
Because of tumbling down, some had fresh blood on them.
