Baili An urgently wiped the tears from her eyes when he suddenly felt a cool sensation at his waist, covered by a warm and cool hand.
Her fingers gently touched the imprint mark, her actions extremely gentle, Yun Rong whispered: "At that time, it must have been very painful, very painful, right?"
Her fingers held no intention of teasing, but the area she touched felt as if it had caught fire.
Baili An never thought that at this moment, she would be worried about him.
Yun Rong raised her misty eyes, her gaze flaring, her clean pupils seeming to be washed by water: "She was so cruel, hurting you like this, how did you endure it at the time?"
In the previous life, the junior brother she couldn't bear to touch fell into that rebellious pupil's hands, suffering degradation and humiliation from her.
How could the malicious one bear to do such a thing!
Baili An looked blankly into her eyes, unable to comprehend the compassion and sadness within them.
