Jing Yuan tidied her clothes. When she tugged at the corner of her shirt, she accidentally rubbed against the wound on her body. It was so painful that she shivered and her eyes turned red.
Without a mirror, she couldn't see what she looked like. She thought that she was still like the little princess in the past, wearing bright clothes and walking towards Wen Chen amidst a group of people.
In the past, such a scene was normal. It was always like this at her birthday banquet.
Wen Chen would smile at her gently and elegantly, and she would walk towards Wen Chen under the jealous or envious gazes of others.
"Brother Chen." Jing Yuan walked towards Wen Chen in handcuffs with a surprised and shy smile on her face.
Wen Chen frowned slightly. Jing Yuan did not look good. Her skin was sallow, her mouth was dry, and her dark circles were very heavy. It was as if she had not slept for a few days.
