Night has fallen.
In the north courtyard, in a bedroom under the lamplight, Bai Liu lay on the bed, his face pale, occasionally letting out groans.
Although his hips had been treated with medicine, there were still visible traces of blood.
His eyes flashed with a look of hatred, this grudge, he must avenge no matter what.
He thought of someone who could help him...
At this moment, footsteps sounded at the doorway.
Bai Tianhe walked in, holding a bowl of soup.
With a sigh, Bai Tianhe placed the bowl of soup on the table.
"Liu'Er, this is ginseng soup your mother made for you, have some?" Bai Tianhe's expression was one of exasperation.
Bai Liu responded with a hum, his expression also filled with resentment.
The slap from Bai Tianhe indeed left a knot in Bai Liu's heart.
Seeing Bai Liu still angry, Bai Tianhe could only speak gently, "That slap during the day was harsh, but the pain in my heart was even greater than what you felt. I had no other choice."
