The implication was clear.
Ya Tianxing: "..."
He had to remind himself multiple times that this girl was a second-class cripple—and also quite beautiful.
With a somber face, Ya Tianxing went to grab her military boots and picked up a bag from the floor to find a pair of socks, then squatted down by her side.
Grasping her ankle, Ya Tianxing started putting the sock on her, but couldn't help staring at her foot for a few moments.
It was odd—her foot was quite attractive, but there was a scar on the top. At a casual glance, it wasn't very noticeable, but upon closer inspection, it was clear. Near the base of the toes on the outer side, the scar was about an inch long and had been stitched up.
"When you were a child," preferring the out-of-sight-out-of-mind approach, Ya Tianxing swiftly pulled the sock up for her, his voice cold, "you were abused quite badly, weren't you?"
At his words, Mo Shangjun paused for a moment before realizing what he was referring to.
