Jiang Ruan felt as if a burden had been lifted off her shoulders, she supported her weak legs upstairs and immediately took off her gloves as soon as she closed the bedroom door.
The wound on the back of her hand was mangled and bloody, and she discarded the red velvet gloves.
The pain made her gasp for air.
Luckily, the wide-headed high heels that Jiang Yuning wore weren't heavy, and she wasn't overweight, otherwise her hand would have been useless, and she wouldn't have been able to hide it from Zhan Xiaohan's eyes.
There was a brand-new medicine box in the room, and a wardrobe full of high-quality women's clothing.
She quickly treated her wounds, applied a flesh-colored bandage, and changed into a long-sleeved nightgown that just covered the back of her hand.
Just two more days, and as soon as the bandage was removed, Zhan Xiaohan wouldn't notice anything.
Jiang Ruan, with her heavy makeup, felt her emotions fluctuate intensely.