Feng Yu stopped his abuse and turned around to see Jiang Moxi.
She was wearing a white cotton nightgown, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders.
Because she had lost weight, the nightgown now hung more loosely on her, adding to her overall fragile appearance.
Furthermore, with her ashen face and empty, unfocused eyes, she looked inexplicably heart-wrenching.
Feng Yu straightened his collar and quickly approached Jiang Moxi.
His face, which usually seemed to be dripping with bloodlust, suddenly carved out an enchanting smile, as if a star had burst forth in an instant.
Words of concern promptly spilled from his lips: "Xixi, are you feeling better today? Does the wound still hurt? If it's still painful, I'll get the private doctor to come and treat you right away."
In any case, Feng Yu's caring demeanor towards Jiang Moxi made people wonder if he was the same man who, just moments ago, had been ruthlessly brutalizing another with barely a word exchanged.
