Si Han believed it without a doubt. Because, in her clear eyes, there would often be fear. She would wake up crying from her dreams, screaming for help, begging to be released, to be spared.
He didn't investigate much about her. She showed up on Rainbow Island two years ago. She's twenty this year, just an eighteen-year-old girl back then. What kind of inhuman abuse could she have endured?
And who abused her?
These things, he didn't know.
She also wasn't willing to say.
The car drove away briskly and returned to the villa. He laid her on the big bed, went to the bathroom to prepare warm water for her, then picked her up and carried her into the big bathtub. She was still lightly sleeping, breathing evenly, her small face flushed, long eyelashes fluttered as if she was about to wake up.
Si Han let out a bitter laugh. When did he start caring about women so much?
Gentle?
He gave almost all of his gentleness to her, this kind of emotion he had never cared about before.
