What is even more heart-wrenching is that her mouth is brutally stuffed with a silk scarf embroidered with exquisite patterns, allowing only deep whimpering sounds.
Qin Yue's clothes are in disarray, her eyes filled with anger and helplessness, yet the once cold and determined gaze is now consumed by the flames of fury. She struggles desperately, trying to break free from the restraints, but no matter how hard she tries, the ropes bind her body like iron chains, immobilizing her.
Jiang Qi slowly walks to the bedside, a chilling smile in his eyes.
He's dressed in a deep purple brocade robe, the hem embroidered with intricate gold thread patterns, hands clasped behind him, exuding an air of control over everything.
Approaching Qin Yue, he lowers his head, gazing down at her with a cruel smile.
