Her heart trembled with the rhythm, beat by beat.
"Do you want to see what he looks like now?" Timothy asked.
Ye Anqi rushed forward immediately—
Through the iron gate, she saw Ya Shitian being whipped.
His limbs were chained up.
His clothes were already in tatters, revealing his torn and bloody body...
He hung his head low, as if dead, standing motionless.
The whip relentlessly struck his body, with each lash, fresh blood splattered.
"Stop!" Ye Anqi shouted.
The bodyguard's actions came to an abrupt halt.
Ya Shitian's eyelashes quivered slightly, and he slowly lifted his eyes.
Their gazes met.
One was dark and longing, the other painful and sorrowful.
They looked deeply into each other's eyes, as if a thousand years had passed in a glance.
Ye Anqi grabbed the iron bars; she wanted to open the door, but it was locked electronically and required a password to open.
Ye Anqi turned back, striving to remain calm, "Could you please open the door?"
