The delicate touch, it was something she had never experienced before, as if she were one of his creations. His fingers gently caressed every inch of her skin, devoid of any lust, only a profound tenderness deeply emanating from his eyes, and affection.
Perhaps it was so comfortable that Ye Ning finally lay in that bathtub and slowly drifted into sleep. And so, the man sitting beside her stopped his hand where it was.
It was a hand covered with pinpricks, densely scattered, countless in number, like a piece of punctured paper. They were concentrated in the area of her hands, looking so shocking, causing excruciating pain in one's heart!
What exactly had she been through?
That was her father!
His fingers began to tremble slightly, and his chest burned with the scene revealed by his eyes, fiercely roaring and seething within, as if about to tear him apart.
A psychiatric patient?
