Xiao Ying's mind was filled with shock and confusion.
She stared at the bloodied steamed bun for a long time.
When the sound of footsteps could be heard, Xiao Ying hurriedly tore the steamed bun, dirtied it, and threw it into the corner.
The bodyguards, who had escorted her into the dungeon, came over and opened the metal door. "Young Master will let you out."
Xiao Ying did not say anything. She cooperated and let the bodyguards put on an eye mask for her before they led her out of the dark and wet dungeon.
After staying in the dungeon for two days, she was smelly and dirty.
The maid had already filled the bathtub with water for her. Xiao Ying lay in the bathtub, thinking about what had happened in the dungeon.
The man's skin had been festering and his face could not be seen clearly. He had written that word with his blood…
She did not dare to think too deeply about it, but she couldn't help doing so.