The noise inside intensified, and Jun Mochan could no longer contain himself; he strode three steps and swung the door open.
Ye Ranran's body was contorted; the rope dug into her flesh due to her struggles, causing her face to screw up in pain.
Jun Mochan's hand reached the knotted rope, about to untie it for her.
"You think you're helping her by undoing the ropes? That she won't hurt herself once freed? Aren't you afraid she'll go bash her head against the wall again? That little head of hers can't withstand the wall's brutality," Shen Yuzhe shook his head as he spoke.
Jun Mochan's hand paused. "What should I do then?"
A look of pain and confusion crossed his face; he wished it was him who was hurt, rather than Ye Ranran suffering even the slightest injury.
Unfortunately, it was he who had acted, and she bore the disaster.
Zhou Xian was right; if it were someone else, they probably would have died already. How had she lasted this long?
