He had been staying home to complete the work from the Chief Prosecutor Office, and he couldn't hope to leave home with his current appearance. Therefore, he spent most of the days sorting out data files at home. It wasn't a difficult task. The nanny cooked up a variety of dishes for him over the days, and the nutrients helped him heal a little faster. Still, it would take longer for him to fully recover.
He ran his fingers across his face. According to the doctor, many of the scars might last. Still, they weren't that obvious since he had made preparations before the lashing—not because he cared about his appearance, but because he didn't want Yan Huan to see them. He hoped that they would fade more by the time he meets her.
"Got it, I'll pass it to her," said Lu Yi. He leaned against the balcony, allowing the breeze to fondle his face and muss his hair. The wind did a good job messing up his hair, but his heart was at ease.
