While Han Yixiao was desperately struggling, the moment her injuries on her arm were exposed to Xia Wan'an, she instantly froze.
Like a primary school student who had done something wrong, she lowered her head, not daring to even glance at Xia Wan'an.
There was hardly a spot left untouched on Han Yixiao's delicate and fair skin.
Xia Wan'an was initially shocked by the sight of her fresh and old wounds overlapping, and then fell into a deep rage.
Who was it? Who could be so inhuman, to inflict such cruel harm on a young girl in her twenties over a long period?
Xia Wan'an, her fingers slightly trembling, clasped Han Yixiao's fingertips for a while, before she finally lifted her head, asking, "Yixiao, tell me, who did this to you?"
Han Yixiao's head dropped even lower. Facing Xia Wan'an's questioning, she wept and shook her head vigorously.