After the dead bodies of the servants we're taken away, Ye Jin remained seated, her sharp eyes lingering on Bai Yu who stood quietly at the corner
He's too skinny.
The thought gnawed at her.
The wounds covering his body were one thing, but the way his clothes hung loosely over his thin frame was another. Malnutrition had left his cheeks slightly sunken, his collarbones visible even beneath the fabric of his robe.
Ye Jin's fingers tightened slightly over the armrest.
The original Ye Jin had enjoyed watching him suffer, ensuring that his meals were barely enough to keep him alive. The sheer cruelty of it made her stomach churn.
But outwardly, her face remained the same—haughty and indifferent.
She flicked her wrist dismissively.
"Leave."
Bai Yu hesitated for the briefest moment before bowing. "Yes, Master."
Without another word, he turned and left.