'If she wakes up, will she hate me?'
He chuckled and slowly leaned down.
…
All Shen Lang felt was pain.
It was as if a drill was tearing through her flesh, mangling her body into a bloody pulp.
The pain was what woke her.
"..." She tried to move her leg, and a searing pain shot through her, as if her flesh and bone were being torn to shreds.
"...You're awake. Have some porridge." His voice, crisp and cool, held an undercurrent of ice. His tone was stiff and direct, devoid of any warmth.
Shen Lang's eyes were vacant. She stared blankly at the exquisite chandelier, which glowed with a faint halo of light. She twitched a finger. Her heart clenched in agony, and every breath was a shuddering gasp of pain.
'Her left leg was broken, too.'
'Shen Zhi had broken it with his own hands. Flesh, bone, and all... smashed to smithereens.'
The hammer used to shatter her kneecap was still lying nearby. Under Shen Zhi's tender gaze, it gave off an eerie, cold glint.
