The light within the room grew increasingly dim.
Su Bei gently tugged at the ribbon, and the half-concealed bellyband silently slid off.
What first caught Su Bei's eye was not the snowy whiteness of her skin, but a startling, searing scar that extended from her breast all the way to her lower abdomen. On her skin, as smooth as ice and jade, the scar was a stark, sorrowful line, a silent testament to her pain.
He sighed softly, wishing the scar had been inflicted on him instead; he hated to see her hurt like this.
His hand tentatively reached toward the scar. His hand inevitably brushed against the skin of her breast, causing her brows to furrow slightly as she let out a soft moan.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
As Su Bei touched the scar, he felt a terrifying Evil Qi emanating from it, hindering her wound's healing.
Her perfect body was marred by that scar. Su Bei lifted his gaze to her eyes, and her usually cold eyes finally showed a hint of shyness.
