The old grandma turned the water heater on for her and tested it.
The bathroom was old and narrow and it took the lamp a few flickers before shining dimly. Xia Ling wasn't used to such a place, but she was already counting herself lucky to be able to find a safe place for now. Without a complaint, she removed her dirty high-class clothing, revealing her fair skin beneath.
She looked in the mirror at herself.
On the fair canvas were patches of purple and green. Some were the wounds from having been beaten while others were traces of aggression left by Pei Ziheng when he violated her. Seeing them brought back all the horrific memories, making it all too hard to breathe.
