Just as Jing Chen had said.
Bai Lian was like a guilty concubine who had been banished to the cold palace. Not only was she being neglected, but she also had nothing to do.
The wounds on her body were more than unbearable. They were simply killing her! Su Wan's wish had been fulfilled.
She was suffering daily.
Just like that, countless days and nights passed. The wounds on her body finally stopped rupturing and she was no longer tortured repeatedly.
She could walk now.
Bai Lian had almost recovered, only leaving behind terrifying scars. It was black and blurry, and it was extremely ugly.
Fortunately, it was already winter and everyone was wearing thick clothes. When Bai Lian left the villa, it was a windy day.
The wind outside whistled past, hurting Bai Lian's face, but no matter how painful it was, it was not as big a blow to her as her disappointment was.
