Duanmu Minya's wrists were swollen like those fat white pig's trotters. The originally small wrists were swollen at least twice as big as before.
Oh my God! This...this...the maid's lips were trembling and she was so frightened that she couldn't even scream, although her heart was screaming and shouting!
Not only was the maid panicked, scared, worried, and distressed for Duanmu Minya, but she also admired Duanmu Minya's will and endurance. The same look was also shown on the faces of Butler Lin and the guard.
Xuanyuan Qingtian's hand holding the towel suddenly tightened, and he held the towel tightly in his hand. Although the expression on his face did not change significantly.
But the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, as well as the air pressure that suddenly became cold and severe, and his handsome face that seemed to be shrouded in thousands of years of ice, all of which truly showed his anger!
As for whether he was angry at himself for causing such harm?
Or are you angry at the jailer who was almost kicked to death by him?
She was still angry that he didn't treat her immediately. Why did he send her to the cell for his own sake, even though he knew her wrist might be injured?
Now he wants to strangle himself to death!
"I really want to strangle you to death!"
As if he guessed what Xuanyuan Qingtian was thinking, Song Yichen opened his blue eyes slightly angrily and said coldly.
He looked at Duanmu Minya's wrist. He had never felt any pity, but he was secretly twitching and feeling distressed!
He feels sorry for Duanmu Minya! What a strong woman she is!
He didn't need to guess. Looking at the faces of Xuanyuan Qingtian and Butler Lin, he knew that Duanmu Minya didn't show any trace of pain in front of them, so they were surprised and heartbroken that her wrist turned into a pig's trotter.
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The body is already stained with blood, and the forehead is bloody! The wrists have been swollen into pig's trotters. Needless to say, all three items are present, but one of them will make anyone unable to bear it and burst into tears.
Even a man can't help but show pain.
But Duanmu Minya didn't say a word. Even in the coma, she only frowned slightly, as if the pain was disturbing her sleep, and she frowned displeased!
What kind of will did she use to endure these pains?
Song Yichen carefully picked up Duanmu Minya's wrist, but with just a slight movement, Duanmu Minya shrank his hand, as if to avoid the touch.