The door was pushed open, and Liu Manrou appeared, already fully dressed in a somewhat old winter outfit that suited the season.
However, while her clothes could cover the injuries on her body, they could not conceal the wounds on her face.
A bruise on her forehead, eyes swollen like walnuts, even the corners of her lips were injured.
Lu Ziyuan glanced at her and his brows furrowed slightly, already somewhat regretting allowing her in.
Xie Wanqing, however, couldn't tear her eyes away for a long time.
Completely different from the lively woman in simple white dress she met at first, at an age when she should be in her prime, she already appeared haggard, her cheeks sunken.
The despair and lifelessness in her eyes were chilling to see.
It was unimaginable, what kind of torment could turn such a fresh woman into such a miserable state in such a short time.
And the wounds on her body...
