He Jichen's gaze first landed on Ji Yi's face. Having heard Cheng Weiwan retell the events of that night, his cold eyes were bleak.
He pursed his lips slightly then after a while, his gaze dropped.
Her nude-colored clothes were covered in dirt and there were some areas which were so worn out that there were holes.
Her fair arms were grimy and the inside of her forearm had a large graze.
He Jichen's hand balled up into a fist as a murderous impulse entered his heart.
Those people not only hit her face, but they injured her in other areas too?
He Jichen's chest started to heave from rage, and after some time, he withdrew his gaze and averted it to the lower half of Ji Yi's body.
With just one glance, he could see the traces of blood beneath her dress in the area of her covered knees.
Is that Han Zhifan's blood or is that from her injuries?
He Jichen walked over, crouched down and lifted Ji Yi's dress.
