Chapter 42 The Man in the Mirror
I clenched my teeth, bearing the discomfort behind me and the ache all over, and dragged myself to the edge of the bed.
When both feet hit the soft carpet, my legs were so weak I could barely stand.
I held the bed frame and inched into the bathroom.
The mirror threw back how wrecked I looked.
Hair a mess, face pale, lips swollen and split.
Kiss marks and fingerprints all over me, especially at my neck and collarbone. It was ugly as hell.
Like a worn-out doll that had been used hard and then tossed aside.
Looking at the man in the mirror, I pulled a smile that looked worse than crying.
Qin Ye, look at you. Look what you've turned into.
Pinned to a bed and treated like this by Ji Yanli, who you raised.
If this had been before, you would've been smug as hell, right.
But now... this was just too fucking insane.