Pain.
That was the first thing Yan Meilin felt—deep, sharp, burning pain radiating through every limb. Her body throbbed with every heartbeat, and when she tried to move, even the smallest shift sent a wave of agony rolling down her spine.
She forced her eyes open, blinking slowly as tears gathered at the corners. The room swayed, and her vision was foggy. Then—she felt it. Someone's hand touching her.
Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up. A violent tremble ran through her, her breath hitching in panic.
Images from last night surged through her mind in jagged flashes—his rage, his cruelty, the way he had taken her again and again without a shred of tenderness.
Her throat tightened. She wanted to cry, but no sound came out. Then she heard him. "Meilin… calm down. It's alright. You're safe now."
