The sky was dense like ink.
Yet inside the house, the lights were brightly lit.
Shen Hua's eyes were bloodshot as she leaned on the couch, clutching at the bedding, repeatedly saying, "Gently, gently."
Cui Yun's jawline was tense as he took a soft pillow, propped up the girl's injured leg, removed her shoes and socks, and pushed up the layers of her skirt.
Her slender, smooth calves were so pale they almost shone, making the swollen injury appear even more severe.
Dark and bruised.
Shen Hua's eyes brimmed with tears, she sobbed just once, no longer feigning toughness.
"Am I going to need an amputation?"
"Stop talking nonsense."
Shen Hua paused mid-cry. Clearly in pain, she then began to sob softly: "And you're still being harsh with me."
Cui Yun spoke softly, "Ni Kang will be here soon, just endure a little longer."
"Now you know to care?"
Tears hung on Shen Hua's eyelashes, making the girl look all the more pitiful.
"Too late!"
