Meng Jueyan shuffled behind Han Yu, weighed down by the bags and the box strapped to her back. Han Yu glanced sideways at her. Her posture wavered every few steps. One of her legs dragged slightly, a remnant of the torture she had endured.
He wondered how she was even managing to walk with what little strength remained in her crippled body.
He wondered if she even felt pain anymore, or if she had endured enough that her nerves simply refused to respond.
He made a mental note to tend to her injuries later, but he would need to be extremely careful. Healing a slave was allowed, but showing too much concern was not. Especially when her condition was so poor that most would consider her disposable.
He approached several stalls and counters, purchasing herbs and ingredients in large quantities. His ring filled quickly, so he began handing additional materials to Meng Jueyan.
