When she saw Si Yun again, Shen Yijia almost did not recognize him.
It had only been ten days since he was captured, but he had already lost weight.
Her eyes were sunken, and her cheekbones were prominent. He was wearing a loose prison uniform, and his entire body emitted a dense aura of death. He no longer looked as ambitious and annoying as before.
His arms had been broken by Shen Yijia on the battlefield. Now, it seemed that his legs had also been broken. He was dragged in by two soldiers like a rag.
His hair was disheveled and dripping with water. It was not difficult to guess that someone had washed him before he was brought here.
Seeing Ji Luo, Si Yun's pupils constricted, and he erupted with monstrous anger.
He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth opened and closed. For a long time, he could not say a complete sentence. Instead, blood kept gushing out as his mouth opened and closed.
