Outside the door, Xiao Feng, who overheard the conversation, couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.
Indeed, being locked in such a small room for two years and having your own brother impersonate you to enjoy everything you should have had, such an experience is undoubtedly pitiable.
But it's not just the result that matters; the cause also has to be considered.
Ding San must taste the fruit of the seeds he himself planted.
The rights and wrongs here aren't so easily discernible.
Inside the small room, Ding San, looking at the forearm almost entirely covered with scars, his eyes, long devoid of expression, were filled with intense shock!
Yu Qiao's arm scars included knife wounds, cigarette burns, and even scalds.
Though they were old injuries, they still looked quite shocking.
"Look at this!" Yu Qiao suddenly raised her voice, pointing to her scar-covered arm and said, "Do you believe I can recount every single one of them, why they're there?
