Xia Ruqing was tied up thoroughly by Zhao Junqi and left in the center of the courtyard.
Zhao Junyao's heart bled at the sight.
She was his wife, the woman he had cherished and cared for over the years.
Her arms, bruised and battered, had once been gently kissed by him.
Her disheveled hair had once softly brushed against his face.
Her eyes, filled with despair, had once seen the most beautiful scenes in this world.
Her neck, marked with blues and purples, had once been his most beloved place of comfort.
He held her in his palm, treating her as a treasure.
He kept her in his heart, loving her as his life.
And now.
The delicate flower he had protected for so many years was being tormented, toyed with, and threatened by another man.
How could he not be heartbroken?!
Zhao Junyao's eyes instantly froze with icy coldness, his gaze turning as frosty as frost.
He stood at the gate wearing a dark long robe, holding a treasured sword, exuding terror.
