Wen Xinya's head was bandaged in white gauze, which accentuated the paleness of her haggard face. There were tinges of red on her pale face, which made her look like a fragile glass doll.
Feeling sorry for her, Si Yiyan planted a kiss on her forehead.
He then caressed her forehead again. Just like the doctor had mentioned, her fever had already begun to subside.
Si Yiyan then applied some medicine on her wounds.
Her jade-like skin was now covered in bruises and grotesque abrasions. His pupils constricted and stared at her smooth skin, which was the result of his tender care and affection. Whenever they got intimate with each other, he would caress her skin and admire it beneath the dim, yellow light, watching it glow like a shiny pearl. Her fair skin was pure like ivory, completely irresistible to him. Yet, she was now covered in bruises and wounds. He felt nothing except heartache.