"Forget it, you should just wash up." Lan Shao gave up.
"Don't you think it's a bit late to say that after rubbing my face raw?" Fan Rou felt the urge to strangle him.
"I'll kiss it better so it won't hurt." Saying this, Lan Shao leaned in to kiss her.
Fan Rou pushed him away, "Enough, your face is covered in mud, don't be gross."
Today, she wore a long T-shirt, with a pair of cropped leggings underneath, her arms and neck were still visibly scarred.
Standing in the bathroom, Fan Rou turned around, revealing three large whip marks spanning her entire back.
Those lashes were the result of a failed mission Fan Rou's father sent people on, all of whom died and hence, out of rage, he beat her.
He really had no mercy, he beat her to the brink of death.
Back then, Fan Rou thought she wouldn't survive, but somehow she clung onto life.
Her fingers reached to her back, as she touched them, they didn't hurt anymore, but were somewhat uneven.
