A sense of overwhelming powerlessness instantly engulfed him.
Yu Lingqian's face was cold as he untied her hands.
They were very beautiful hands, but now there were two red and purple marks on her wrists.
He reached out to embrace her, but even in her sleep, Mu Anran reflexively shrank away, showing clear resistance.
He desperately wanted to cherish her, to protect her in the palm of his hand, but why had things turned out this way!
With great patience, he cleaned the little one's body and after tucking her in properly, Yu Lingqian walked out.
Mu Anran did not know how long she had slept.
It wasn't until the Twilight fell that she hazily came to.
It was drizzling outside the window.
She opened her eyes groggily, only to feel her entire body weak, and a burning fire seemed to blaze deep in her throat.
There wasn't a single part of her body that wasn't in pain.
Even the mere act of sitting up pulled painfully at some place on her body.
