The woman's back was to Lin Kuang. Her hair was still wet, and she was clad in a pristine white bath towel. However, the towel didn't fully cover her delicate body; her shoulders and captivating back were largely exposed, looking quite enchanting. Her smooth, long legs were on full display, but he couldn't see anything else.
Behind her, a shattered washbasin lay on the floor amidst a pile of broken fragments. Lin Kuang then noticed a gash on her back, near her right arm. The wound, about a centimeter wide, was steadily dripping blood.
Although he could only see her from behind, Lin Kuang knew at a glance that the woman was none other than Yang Ruotong.
"Ruotong, are you alright?" he asked hastily after a brief moment of stunned silence, his tone tinged with embarrassment.
