Han Dingxi had never imagined that when the man became heartless, he would go to such extremes.
If not for her brother standing up for her, she feared that the torture she suffered today wouldn't just be a crippled hand, but her whole life would be at stake.
She had to admit, she lost, completely and utterly lost to Wen Meimei.
...
In the hallway.
Mu Zhuoshen walked leisurely toward Ward 801, holding a bouquet of pale pink lilies, gently inhaling their fragrance and feeling instantly uplifted.
The woman must be very bored; he didn't know if she liked lilies, so he'd try them first. If she didn't, he could get other flowers.
As Mu Zhuoshen reached the door of Ward 801, a strange sensation crept up from his feet. Looking down, he saw several bloodstained footprints leading into the room.
Cowering beneath the window sill was a trembling woman, her crushed left hand lying on the ground, flesh and blood mixed, revealing the white of her bones.
