Shen Ye, who had not left the house for two days, was still sitting on the floor. His hair was messy, and his eyes were hollow and lifeless, making him look like a shell devoid of a soul.
He had a light stubble on his cheeks. Two days of neglect made him look utterly haggard.
He was still wearing the shirt from the day of his conflict with Su Li. The collar was open, and a few dried bloodstains were splattered on it, heart-wrenchingly conspicuous—it was Su Li's blood.
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