Song Xiaoru slept very soundly while Song Xiaodong lay on another bed beside her. Miao Qingqing and the others sat on the sofa in the hospital room, which was exceptionally quiet. This situation had already lasted for two hours.
Song Xiaodong opened his eyes and then slowly sat up. Everyone's gaze turned towards him. He opened his mouth but no one made a sound.
Song Xiaodong stood by the bed and looked at Song Xiaoru. A wave of hatred surged up from his heart again. Although Song Xiaoru's major injuries had been treated, she still had numerous external wounds.
Not only were there many injuries, but many of them were very serious, literally skin torn and flesh gaped open. There was hardly a spot on her body that wasn't damaged, especially a cut on her face so deep it almost reached the bone, which was even more severe.
These wounds were all bandaged now, but once Song Xiaoru's body had recovered, those scars would likely remain on her body.