"I've come to see how you, the invalid, are doing."
Shen Wanxing drew closer and reached out to touch her face.
"So rough. How long has it been since you last washed your face?" The disgust in her voice seemed about to spill over, and Shen Mingyue couldn't do a single thing about it. Struggling to stand, but with her legs numb from the anaesthetic, she lay gasping for breath at the edge of the bed.
Her eyes were dark and filled with hatred for Shen Wanxing.
"Why do you have to treat me like this?"
Shen Mingyue shouted in despair, "Why! Are you satisfied seeing me reduced to such a state? Are you happy? You..."
"I'm not satisfied."
Shen Wanxing interrupted her.
"Not at all satisfied. How could I be? You're not dead yet. Even if you died, would those who've died come back to life? How could I possibly be satisfied?" Shen Wanxing pinched her chin, forcing her to look up, "You've not forgotten what you've done, have you?"
