"Since then, my brother took little Beiting back to Snowfield Manor to raise him."
"When my brother brought little Beiting back, he was so frozen that he was barely alive and passed out. When the doctor examined him, we only then realized."
"We only then realized..." Ji Yiyi spoke, a mix of anger and heartache, "Once the little guy's clothes were taken off, his body was covered in whip marks, some were old and scabbed, some were new and bloody."
"How could this happen?"
Bai Haoxue unconsciously clenched her fists, thinking of the pitiful sight of Baby Ji so small, barely breathing, his body bloody and battered. Her heart twisted painfully as if thousands of bugs were gnawing at it.
The sting was so intense that Bai Haoxue found it hard to breathe.
"What's wrong, sister-in-law? Why is your forehead covered in cold sweat?" Ji Yiyi quickly poured a glass of warm water for Bai Haoxue.
