Gu Qingxin was completely dazed by the man, she didn't know where she was, only that all along the way, he never left her side for a second.
After bathing Xiao Ya, Beiming Han put her back in the quilt, the soft silk quilt covering her chest, revealing her pale arm and round shoulder.
Seeing the traces he had inflicted on her body, he quickly averted his eyes. It had to stop, he couldn't carry on, Xiao Ya's body was at its limit...
His gaze fell on the bag that Gu Qingxin had fiercely protected. He stood up and walked over, his heartbeat seemed to have stopped as he slowly opened the bag. Inside, a white shirt lay quietly...
His chest heaved with turbulent emotions, his heartbeat gradually quickening...
His hand moving inch by inch over the shirt, it was as if he could see Xiao Ya carefully sewing it, stitch by stitch.
Same colored thread was used on the cuffs and pockets to hide the floral pattern. It showed how much thought she had put into making this shirt.
