He didn't know how long had passed until Jian Anning had completely calmed down and fallen asleep. Yet Yu Zexiao was still holding on to her tightly.
For the first time, he found that although the petite assistant seemed tough and old-fashioned, she was actually quite thin. She wasn't like those supermodels who were left with nothing but a skeleton in the name of dieting. However, the hardships of the past days, the immense pressure on her mind, and his own occasional torment had caused her to lose a considerable amount of weight. Touching her, he only felt a small frame, like that of an abandoned little animal.
On her shoulder, there still lingered the purplish bruises he had pinched out the previous afternoon. On her fair and delicate shoulder, they stood out shockingly.
