The more he looked, the more shocking it became.
Si Chu's body was covered with countless scars, both large and small.
There were new ones, and there were old ones. The old ones had not yet healed before the new ones overlaid them.
It was hard to imagine how such a small child had endured these years.
Mingshu silently bit her lip, her eyes a bit gloomy. She really shouldn't have let those Little Eunuchs off so easily just now.
Si Chu caught a glimpse of her distressed expression and thought it was his own ugly scars that scared her. His eyes darkened, and he pursed his lips heavily and struggled to cover those wounds.
She must think it's disgusting, right?
Well, he never was a good person anyway.
Mingshu held his hand, looking up with concern. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, a note of vexation in her eyes. "Then I'll be gentler, just bear with it a moment, okay?"
As she spoke, she unconsciously blew gently on his wounds as if that would alleviate the pain.
