[Past]
The woman is around sixteen or seventeen. Her blue and pink robe is intact, but her feet are bloody. Nails are missing; rather, they have been ripped out.
The tips of her fingers are swollen and bloody. But the blood is somewhat condensed.
"Who could have done this?" Da Sim roars. "This is an insult to Ye Clan."
Ye Jing-e doesn't bat an eye. Someone is always picking a fight with them. His father barely gives them any attention. Unfortunately, he has inherited that apathy. Unless the strike is clear and bold, they don't usually kick against the pricks.
He picks up a twig and lifts the veil of 'his' bride. Silence arrives among his soldiers, being trailed by the gasps, and then, is replaced by sounds of gagging.
The bride's face is ruined beyond recognition.
