He did not disturb anyone and quietly arrived at the Inner Valley, the residence of the Lin sisters.
He had already made an appointment with Lin Qiongyu to come tonight for a second treatment for Lin Jin.
The night was deep and as dark as ink.
In the small courtyard of the Inner Valley, only a dim spirit lamp was lit, casting a shadowy reflection of the interior scene.
When Chen Ye pushed open the door, this was the scene he saw.
Lin Qiongyu was already waiting inside, kneeling on the ground, her forehead tightly pressed against the cold floor, waiting for his arrival in the most humble posture.
And behind the girl's upright hips,
on a wheelchair, a girl like a puppet was quietly watching this scene, her breath slightly rapid.
Her sister.
The sister, who in her heart had always been proud and resilient like a plum blossom blooming against the wind and snow, was now prostrate like a tamed, most humble domestic animal at a man's feet.
And all of this was because of herself...
