Xu Jiahe could never have imagined that Xu Huan, who had been perfectly fine just half a month ago, would have turned into this.
Where was her hair? What had happened to her body? Why had she shaved her head?
Countless questions swirled in his mind, yet he could find no answers. Xu Jiahe’s throat felt as if it were obstructed, leaving him momentarily speechless. His fingers trembled slightly, and his feet felt as heavy as lead, unable to take another step forward. His gaze moved from Xu Huan’s shaven head to her pale face, and finally to her frail body, which looked as though a gust of wind could knock it over. An indescribable bitterness and guilt welled up inside him.
Chapter 51