Mu Qian turned his face to look at Wen Jiaren. Her fingertips were already broken from the pressure, swollen and sore, and faintly the needle under her nail could be seen.
The middle finger was the most injured, with the thickest needle stuck inside it, causing the entire surface of the finger to bulge into a semi-circle, taut and stiff there. Furthermore, from the joint in the middle, the sharp needle pierced the skin from below, surrounded by blood, making the slender finger swell to twice its size.
Mu Qian tightly clenched his fists, his nails firmly pressed into the flesh of his palms, deeply embedded.
Looking at her ten fingers, his heart ached so much he couldn't breathe. In his own domain, she was tortured like this. As her man, as her children's father, he, Mu Qian, was truly a failure.
The blood dripping onto the floor seemed to all come from his heart.
