Being held and placed on the bed in the bedroom, Shen Li still curled her body into a ball. It was an instinctive reaction rooted in fear, involuntarily returning her body to the state it had been in the womb, trying to escape from dread.
"I won't treat you that way, no need to be afraid," Huo Siyu said, sitting down at the bedside.
Subconsciously, he reached out to touch Shen Li's hair, which was smooth and compliant, carrying a faint fragrance, imbuing a sense of comfort and tranquility.
Shen Li raised her head suddenly and said, "You're showing me all this to tell me that I'm lucky, that you've been good to me..."
The saying goes that one feels sorrow for the misfortunes of one's peers, and the saddest thing is to witness the fate of one's own kind.
When Huo Siyu carried her out of the hall, she didn't want to listen or look, but the voices still penetrated her ears.
Shen Li had long been aware of Huo Tianqi's lack of boundaries, but this time... it pained her deeply.