The familiar scent of cold pine resin wrapped around her tenderly like a gentle giant hand.
Ruan Qi caught the scent, her nose suddenly tinged with bitterness, almost making her cry.
A sigh suddenly sounded from above her head.
"Why are you crying?"
With long fingers, the man lifted the girl's chin. He studied her face carefully, eyes filled with heartache.
The young girl's face was dirty, with bruises at the corners of her eyes and mouth, and a large bloodstain on her cheek.
This disheveled appearance made the man's heart tremble.
He gently cupped her bloodstained face with his hand and softly asked, "Does it hurt, Baby?"
Ruan Qi's eyes were rimmed with red as she shook her head blankly.
"It doesn't hurt. It's not my blood."
She hadn't seen Xi Jiu with her own eyes for half a month.
Although she had been conscious this half month, she never opened her eyes to deceive the family.
