Zhou Guhua and his wife trembled all over, but from somewhere, they found the courage to support each other and shakily entered the bedroom with unsteady steps.
Their gaze was fixed on the woman, who had already climbed onto the bed and was lying next to their son, a picture of strangeness.
Zhou Jiajie remained curled up, motionless as if he were dead.
His clothes were filthy, as though he hadn't bathed in ages. His body was visibly thinner, covered with bruises, leaving one to wonder what exactly had happened to him.
As Zhou Guhua and his wife slowly approached the bed, Bao Jie lifted her head. Her icy gaze fell on the two of them, her lips parted slightly, and a soft, continuous sound emanated from her throat.
To Zhou Guhua and his wife, it seemed like a warning: if they came any closer, unthinkable consequences would follow.
