Hen Meixin cried tears of joy, hugging her tightly and sobbing, "Let mom have a good look at you."
Releasing Lai Qinghuan, Hen Meixin examined her from head to toe, trembling as she touched the injuries on her face and neck, "Who hurt you?"
Thinking of something, she frantically pulled open Lai Qinghuan's collar, revealing a body covered with new and old scars.
Old wounds had not healed, yet new ones had been added.
Densely scattered across the skin, they were a horrifying sight.
Pain made it hard for Hen Meixin to breathe, tears suddenly fell as she said, "Qinghuan, talk to mom. Say something, don't scare me."
Lai Qinghuan pursed her lips, raised her hand to embrace Hen Meixin, her voice hoarse, "Mother, I'm fine."
"How can you be fine, how could you have gotten so many injuries?
Lai Qinghuan no longer wanted to stay here, not even for a second longer, "Mother, let's leave this place first."
