Xia Qingqian was slightly startled, her body not daring to move, allowing him to hold her tightly. Even though her bones creaked from his hug, she didn't care because she knew that, at this moment, she was in a very safe embrace! She believed he would truly protect her.
"They thought I was the Young Master's mistress, tied me up in an iron house, poured gasoline on me and on the iron cage filled with rats, and set fire to burn the rats in the cage. They took photos of you, stabbing them with knives, shooting them with a silenced pistol shot after shot." That scene in her mind cannot be dispelled, as if it had rooted deeply.
