In the beginning, she still hated him for hurting her. She hated the fact that she trusted him, and he was still hurting her.
But, after some time, she realized she had no energy left to hate him.
She no longer loved him, appreciated him, or hated him.
All of the admiration and respect she had for him slowly disappeared during the days she was tortured. In the end, the only thing left was an empty shell.
As for the last moments of her life, Jinqian felt that everything was already a blur.
She vaguely remembered that he was crying—as if the person who was tortured was him. He carefully applied medication to the wounds on her body and gently kissed her on the forehead.
But, her forehead slowly turned red. It continued to spread onto her face, her neck, and then to the rest of her body.
She knew she was then covered with a red, swollen rash. She looked like a monster.
