"Let try," Xia Yinian said softly, composing herself.
This was her debt to Yu Wanqing; if she could, she certainly wanted to do sothing within her power.
Now she was just afraid that the person inside wouldn’t give her a chance.
As soon as Xia Yinian spoke, everyone’s attention turned to her.
"Alright, Miss Nian, please," the doctor said softly.
When the Third Young Master left, he specifically instructed them to take good care of Lady Qing. Unexpectedly, they were still standing at the door an hour later.
"Hmm," Xia Yinian nodded, taking the doctor’s dicine box, and pushed the small cart handed to her by a nurse, stepping into the room.
Feeling soone coming in, Yu Wanqing, who was sitting on the bed, lifted her eyes to glance at the entrance.
"It’s , Xia Yinian," Xia Yinian said softly, eting her gaze.
"Why have you co?" Yu Wanqing’s fiery eyes swept over the person entering.
"Doesn’t the wound hurt if you don’t apply dicine?" Xia Yinian pushed the cart and slowly approached.
"Isn’t my pain more than just the wound? Don’t tell you don’t know?" Yu Wanqing said coldly.
"Sorry! I didn’t know things would turn out like this." Xia Yinian pursed her lips and stopped by the bedside.
"Is sorry useful? Have you ever been pinned down by seven or eight disgusting n, tearing at your clothes, pinching you hard?"
"When they pinched your skin bruised and purple, they didn’t forget to lick it. Do you know how that feels?"
"More terrifying, they like to hold knives and make cuts on people. They slide down with the knife, opening your eyes, making you watch."
Yu Wanqing’s emotions beca more and more agitated; she clutched the blanket tightly, her body shaking so much that the entire bed trembled.
"Those people are madn, a group of madn, do you know?" she snorted coldly, her bloodthirsty eyes sweeping outward.
"They’re all madn; they pressed a sharp knife against my neck, demanding Beicheng cut his tendons. They’re all perverts!"
"Everyone is a pervert, ah..." With another scream, Yu Wanqing’s eyes widened, glancing around the room.
"Where’s Beicheng? You said you wouldn’t leave , Beicheng, where are you?"
Yu Wanqing held her head in her hands, huddled in her bent legs, looking utterly devastated.
"It’s okay, everything will be okay," Xia Yinian set the box down, leaning over to hold her arm.
"It’s okay now, with the Feng Family here, Uncle just went out for sothing urgent, he’ll be back soon."
Xia Yinian never thought she would have a day where she needed to comfort Yu Wanqing.
But, without a doubt, she was really frightened.
Yu Wanqing sobbed a few tis, lowered her hands, and looked up at the person in front of her.
"Xia Yinian, how could it be you?" she snorted coldly, seemingly unable to rember what had just happened.
"Why is it you? Why haven’t you died yet?"
"Do you know? I thought Beicheng really liked , really willing to marry ; I never expected it was all a hoax."
"It turns out he was worried about you getting hurt, that’s why he deliberately stayed so close to in public. He never liked ."
"Seeing like this now, Xia Yinian, do you feel happy? Is your heart cooled now?"
"With Beicheng’s protection, you have nothing to worry about, but what about ? I fell in love with a man who doesn’t love , covered in bruises and exploited."
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