In the deep night.
The Qi Family compound.
Qi Jie pushed open the door and walked into Qi Xue's room, signaling the doctors to leave. He looked at Qi Xue, who was wrapped in bandages and plastered casts on the bed, raised his hand, wanting to speak but hesitated.
All the comforting words he had prepared turned into a gentle sigh.
"What, are you here to pity me?"
Qi Jie said, "He seemed ruthless, but actually he left some room for recovery, it can still be healed."
Qi Xue was silent for a moment, then asked, "Xiaojie, do you think I'm really too extreme?"
Qi Jie nodded, "But your intention wasn't wrong."
Qi Xue stared at the ceiling in a daze, "Perhaps."
After this beating, she gained some different perspectives on herself, and developed some insights.
Towards the man who cruelly rendered her useless, she harbored no hatred, but the words he spoke pierced her heart, making her spirit deflate.
