Xia Weiyi was still somewhat dazed, her scattered gaze filled with terror. She turned her head woodenly a couple of times and, upon looking up and seeing the familiar face of the man before her, she first raised her hand to touch Ye Che's face. After confirming she wasn't dreaming and that he was genuinely by her side, the tension that had gripped her heart all afternoon suddenly snapped.
"Waa—" She burst into tears, crying with extreme grievance.
"Sob~~ A severed hand, a severed hand!" Xia Weiyi choked with sobs, and as soon as she thought of what fell out of the box, she felt a wave of nausea in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she began to retch.
Having not eaten anything all day, Xia Weiyi retched for a long time but brought up nothing substantial. In the end, her mouth tasted bitter, and even bile started to come up.
Ye Che patted her back with a heart full of pity. Looking at the little woman's red eyes and pale face, a fresh wave of anger ignited within him.
