Ye Anhao was awakened by the sound of rushing water. She rubbed her aching head and groggily got up from the bed. The thin blanket slid off her body, leaving her abruptly cold. She instinctively lowered her eyes, and in the next instant, she stood frozen on the spot as if an immobilization spell had been cast on her.
She stared fixedly at her bare upper body, which was covered in bruises. Even if she were a fool, she would know what had happened.
Ye Anhao felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She painfully scratched her disheveled hair, her mind in chaos.
How could this happen? How could things turn out this way?
