Wu Zhang Wei buried his face on top of Xiu Ying's head, sniffing his wife's scent.
The soldiers walked out of the chamber, giving a room for the couple. The elite army took away Yu Zhougong's unconscious body.
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"Wei-er... Wei-er... Wei-er..." Xiu Ying mumbles between his sniffles.
Looking at his wife's weak state sobbing in pain, it feels like his heart being stabbed thousand times. Wu Zhang Wei secured Xiu Ying in a tight and secure embrace.
"I'm here, baobei. No one will hurt you anymore. Shhh... I'm here. I'm here." He gently caresses at the back of his head while peppering Xiu Ying with light kisses.
When Xiu Ying became calmer and stopped sobbing, Wu Zhang Wei breaks the hug and scans him. Starting from his face, sickly pale and bruised cheeks. Wu Zhang Wei clenched his jaw. Down to his neck, he squinted at the sight of the blood.