"Let me see."
"There's nothing to see."
"Give me your hand." Jiang Ning grabbed his wrist and forcibly rolled up his sleeve.
There were scars and burn marks on his forearm, extending upwards to an unknown point.
Jiang Ning gasped.
She knew that he had been injured, but she hadn't thought the burns would be so severe.
No wonder the Emperor had not punished him but allowed him to return to Prince Yu's residence to recover.
The pain of burns and scalds were unbearable for ordinary people.
Let alone such a large area.
"Does it still hurt?" Jiang Ning asked.
Li Hongyuan withdrew his hand and lowered his sleeve. Coldly, he said, "What do you think?"
Jiang Ning turned away, becoming somewhat silent.
The early spring sunshine was somewhat warm.
But Jiang Ning's mood was a bit heavy.
