Qi Na's near-perfect skin was covered in welts and cigarette burns of various sizes.
All were old injuries dating back over a decade.
Seeing them, Qin Guang couldn't help but frown deeply.
This was a perfect piece of art, yet it had been destroyed by someone's hand.
"Was it that beast who did this?"
Qin Guang said coldly.
His tone was saturated with a chilling intent to kill.
Indeed, beasts always seem able to lower his estimation of them time and again.
"He was a little thug when he was young. After sweet-talking my mother and deceiving her into his clutches, he immediately showed his true colors, indulging in eating, drinking, womanizing, and gambling. When he ran out of money, he would demand it from my mother.
