As Ye Haofan's health was almost fully recovered, and he would be able to leave the hospital after the stitches in his eyes were removed, the butler took the opportunity while he was asleep to call Han Yingying outside, as the matter had to be resolved.
"Miss Han, I'm begging you, please leave with the master."
Han Yingying stood silently, her face calm but her heart in turmoil.
Over the past few days, she had been pondering how to repay this kindness.
She hadn't figured it out yet, but she definitely wasn't going to repay it with her body.
Her heart belonged to Shen Mosheng; she couldn't possibly be with another man.
"Miss Han, I beg you, please return with the master. He can't endure any more torment," the butler pleaded, his heart aching as he thought of the master's once-perfect face now marred, and those beautiful eyes damaged beyond repair.
