Fu Bing looked up at him in shock.
Then, expressionlessly, she removed his shirt.
His chest and back were densely covered with knife scars, whip marks, and burn scars.
"Who did this?" Fu Bing asked, her voice trembling.
"Your man is already so strong; there are only a few who could handle me."
"Qin Sheng or Qin Jinmo?"
Qin Jinhai didn't answer.
Fu Bing quickly cleaned his wounds. She took a loose-fitting gauze shirt from the wardrobe and put it on him to minimize friction against his healing wounds.
"You lie down and rest properly. I'll go find you some medicine."
Qin Jinhai obediently acknowledged.
Her unique, delicate fragrance still lingered on the bed.
The moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep almost instantly, as if he'd fainted.
Only by her side could he relax enough to fall asleep. Otherwise, even when utterly exhausted, he would remain wide awake.
After getting into the car, Fu Bing's mind was still reeling.
