Lan Yueru was utterly shocked!
Xin was kneeling on the bed, repeatedly bowing her head to her, and with her motion, a putrid stench wafted over.
It was her leg wound. As it hadn't been cleaned or treated, the inflammation was worsening.
"You..." Lan Yueru trembled as she uttered the word.
Xin, having undergone years of training, already possessed extraordinary willpower and endurance!
What kind of torment could make her abandon all pride and dignity, kneel before her enemy, and bow just to beg for a quick death?
She had guessed that Si Jue wouldn't spare Xin, but she hadn't expected him to be so ruthless!
Lan Yueru trembled and stepped back. Even if she hated Xin's heartlessness, she could not bear seeing her like this.
"Was it Si Jue?" she asked softly.
Upon hearing that name, Xin shivered, dropped her head, and her tangled hair covered all her expressions.
"Aunt Lan, please give me relief." She cried helplessly like a little girl, "I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
