Bo Qingyu pressed tightly his lips, his eyes acid with unshed tears. Only heaven knew how much he was devastated when he woke up to the news that his leg was gone.
Jiang Ruan was always particular about her looks. Over the years, he also paid special attention to his image, always presenting himself at his best before her.
But now, this was the outcome.
The little confidence he had managed to build up in front of her ...had also vanished.
"Do you want to see?"
His eyelashes lowered, he opened his mouth.
Giving up entirely.
Then he pulled away the blanket.
Of two legs, one trouser leg lay empty. A draft from the hallway outside blew, causing the pant leg to slightly quiver.
He was now but a ruined body.
Jiang Ruan stared at that spot for a long time. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the silk trousers.
Even his thigh was cut in half, utterly destroyed.
