The wooden house in the suburbs bathed in soft twilight, yet inside, the scene was chaotic. Three men and two women lay haphazardly on the floor, with the faint sound of a woman's helpless and despairing sobs.
The dusty floor was in complete disarray, and among the scattered debris, one could vaguely see traces of blood, adding a filthy touch to an otherwise beautiful afternoon.
...
Gu Qimiao had not spoken a word throughout the journey, seemingly in shock, her spirit still somewhat disoriented, even resisting Shen Yanchen's attempts to touch her.
Shen Yanchen simply held her tightly in his arms, soothing her gently. Watching her nonstop tears and her lingering look of panic, he found himself unable to sympathize with those who tried to harm him.
He had already instructed He Ye to deal with the three men, while Liang Zixuan and Lu Qianwen were left to their own devices.
Everything was their fault; they had no one else to blame.
