"Stretch out your hands."
Ying Rushi stopped her wandering thoughts and obediently stretched out her hands.
When Yan Qing touched her bandage, she flinched, but soon relaxed, calmly allowing Yan Qing to unwrap her bandage.
A pair of hideous and ugly arms was exposed under the dim streetlight, like hundreds of centipedes writhing and biting, terrifying to the touch. Ying Rushi's hands were divided at the elbow; the latter part was as smooth as white jade, while the former part was a battlefield of nightmarish purgatory.
"It's scary, isn't it?" Ying Rushi said softly, "If these hands were to touch you, you'd definitely feel repulsed, right? I didn't even dare to hug Hui just now. These hands have lost the right to embrace and can only grip weapons until death."
She thought Yan Qing would console her, but Yan Qing nodded, "Indeed, they're quite frightening."
