She could already guess what he would do to her after she went out, the harm wouldn't be less than before.
Wen Jiaren looked down at her originally fair skin, now covered in horrifying bruises, her eyes dimmed.
The dress on the floor, torn apart by two men, was beyond repair. She put on a bathrobe, had no slippers, and walked out barefoot.
Mu Qian sat by the bed, staring out at the night without moving. Hearing her footsteps, he looked over at her.
Wen Jiaren stood by the wardrobe far from him, watching him silently, calmly waiting for his judgment.
However, Mu Qian didn't speak, just kept staring at her. The room was silent, so silent that even through two doors, the pitiful crying of Mu Xiao outside could be heard. She clenched her hands tightly, her heart stinging.
