Lying on the white hospital bed, Jiang Tang frowned in discomfort, an air of despair seeming to shroud her.
"This is not your fault." Shen Chuan gently held her hand, which was trembling with fear. He regretted asking her these things; if he had wanted to know, he could have just asked the villagers.
There were always other ways to uncover the truth. Forcing her to recount it only made her relive that pain.
Chapter 25