Lu Jingang carried her back to his own bedroom, not to the guest room where she had previously slept. After setting her down, Lu Jingang attempted to take the suit jacket off her, but Mu Lezhu reflexively clutched it tighter. She raised her pale, expressionless face to him, shook her head, and tried to open her crimson lips, yet no sound came out.
Tonight was both a nightmare and a disgrace for her. Just seeing the marks on her wrists and the shirt violently torn by Qi Tianquan made her feel nauseated, further wounding her pride to the point of utter shame. So, even as she curled up on the bed, she clung to herself, refusing to let anyone take away the jacket that she used to 'hide her shame.'
Seeing her helpless expression, Lu Jingang silently sighed and sat beside her, gently caressing her face — perhaps one of the few gentle moments he had in his life.
"It's all over now. I'll stay by your side," Lu Jingang said, his voice slightly hoarse.
