"Please, Master, punish me once more! Make the punishment heavier! Let me remember the lesson forever!"
The faint light from the window fell perfectly on her kneeling figure.
Disheveled black hair hung down to her waist, obscuring her frail body.
Chen Ye closed his eyes.
His disciple should not be like this.
She should never become the "sickly and prideful" person from her past life.
He only wished for his disciple to be mentally healthy and grow up happily.
But... where exactly did the problem arise?
Zhiwei's current state was not a result of a single day. The lashings of the Bone-Scraping Whip could only be deemed the trigger that completely unleashed the darkness within her.
As the saying goes, the good eliminate harm at its root, and the wise cure the disease at its source.
Chen Ye opened his eyes and looked at the girl on the ground,
"Zhiwei, what is this?"
He spoke softly, and under the girl's hopeful gaze, he tightened his grip, holding the cold Bone-Scraping Whip.
