"Do you feel better now?", Yu Tian handed Mei Qingyang a glass of hot milk. Finally, she looked a bit better. He had very carefully tended to her cuts. His heart ached so much with each wound he applied medicine to. And with each injury, his desire to crush his aunt increased.
He had not said anything till now because he knew Mei Qingyang was more or less capable of handling her. He had to help her in between, but majority of work was done by her only. But this was his bottom line. Physical harm was something he had himself had enough. This girl did not need to go through all that.
He clenched his hands and the aura around him became very stormy. Yu Bufan had never seen his master this angry in his life. How could this ordinary girl rule on his master's emotions so much? When did they even interact this much that young master would give this much preference to this girl over his own aunt? Love was really blind, eh?
