"Xia Yinian, do you know how I feel? Are you still alone, treating me like this?"
Yu Wanqing shook off Xia Yinian's hand and lay down on the bed.
"You can leave, I don't need your sympathy. I'm Lady Yu; I have everything, and I don't need anyone's pity at all."
Yu Wanqing's voice grew hoarser, and she continued to sob.
Xia Yinian looked at the woman on the bed, her head covered with the blanket, feeling very uneasy.
Of course, she wouldn't sympathize with this Lady Yu, given all the bad things Yu Wanqing had done to her.
But this time, it was really her and Uncle's fault.
Wanting to make amends for her was just because they had used her, unrelated to anything else.
"Relax a bit; I'll apply some medicine for you first." Xia Yinian pulled the blanket gently aside.
"If you're upset, you can keep cursing, but if the wound opens up, you'll be the one suffering."
