The brown cloth was already soaked with Li Lian's blood. Wang Jingzhi took off the strip of cloth with a stern face, showing some surprise when he saw the wound slowly oozing blood.
He had seen many people who had tried to commit suicide by cutting their wrists, most of them using a dagger. The incisions were always clean and clear. However, Li Lian's wound showed the consequences of being repeatedly cut by a blunt instrument. The skin and flesh on the surface of the wound were torn apart, bloody and blurry, looking quite horrific.
"Jingzhi, can she still be saved?" Aunt Guihua's face was as grim as his upon seeing the wound. Her emotions were a mix of guilt and panic.
She had anticipated irreversible consequences, but never to this extent.
She thought that keeping Li Lian in the Shen family would at most make her feel annoyed, leading her to sneak away.
She never thought it would involve Li Lian's life.