But when he thought that it was all over, that he would lose Weilan from now on, Lu Hechen couldn't help but hurry a few steps up the stairs. At the corner of the corridor, he grabbed Weilan's wrist.
"Ah!" Weilan gasped in pain and looked at him.
Lu Hechen hurriedly released his grip.
Weilan pulled back her hand, glanced coldly at Lu Hechen, and rubbed her sore wrist.
Lu Hechen's gaze fell on that wrist, noting the marks left on the delicate skin, bruises that were starkly visible.
His eyes contracted intensely several times.
He looked at Weilan and asked in a choked voice, "Did they hurt you?"
As soon as he asked, he fell silent.
By asking, he was stating the obvious.
His heart ached terribly. He wanted to touch Weilan, but he didn't dare.
Weilan rubbed her wrist and said nothing more.
Lu Hechen's gaze returned to her face and saw that her lips were also bruised. There were several fine strangulation marks on her neck.
His heart sank to the bottom.
