Recalling those events, Yan Huan couldn't help but redden around the eyes.
Even though she hadn't experienced that painful past herself, it had happened to Fu Yunshen, and to be honest, it broke her heart for him.
Wen Yuci heard that before he left the capital, his maternal grandmother was beaten to death by people sent by her parents, and he himself had been beaten within an inch of his life, leaving her eyes full of shock and disbelief.
How could this have happened?
Impossible!
But Yan Huan had no reason to lie to her about this.
Sensing Wen Yuci's doubts, Yan Huan pulled out her phone, which still contained photos of Fu Yunshen when he was at death's door.
She let Wen Yuci have a glance.
After seeing it, Wen Yuci's pupils dilated suddenly.
Her heart felt as if it was being hammered by a thousand catties of iron, smashing her heart until it was nearly split into pieces!
The bridge of her nose tingled and her eyes filled with tears of distress.
