Ouyang Hao was afraid he might go soft, so he had no choice but to call Gu Moyang over.
The two grown men, standing in front of that specially made bed, clenched their hands into tight fists.
Gu Moyang, watching her constantly crying, couldn't help but ask, "Why is she always crying? Does it hurt that much?"
"She's not crying. It's a facial muscle disorder that prevents her from properly draining tears and swallowing saliva. I can manage her vomiting and heart rate issues with medication, but there's nothing I can do about this. She'll have to tough it out."
Lin Qian had gone mad; her mouth, stuffed with cloth, was incessantly cursing.
Her voice was intermittent, like a scratched old vinyl record.
She was already skinny, and now, with her limbs tied up and the blood marks showing, it looked truly heartbreaking.
After a while, Lin Qian couldn't withstand it anymore and fainted again.
