Luo Xiu hurriedly lifted Xu Qianqing from the bathtub and ran into the bedroom to lay her on the bed.
It was only then that he noticed the nightgown clinging to her snow-white skin was tattered, as if it had been torn by someone. Her once beautiful face bore several cuts from a blade, shocking to see, and now pale from being soaked in water. The entire room was a mess, showing signs of having been ransacked. Lingerie and stockings were strewn on the bed, along with torn but unused condoms.
Luo Xiu let out a sigh, shaking his head as he looked at Xu Qianqing. He could roughly guess what had happened. Otherwise, a strong woman like her wouldn't have considered taking her own life.
"A bit troublesome, but at least she's still breathing."
He grasped Xu Qianqing's wrist and, after a brief hesitation, made up his mind.
