Having received twenty cane strokes, Ning Shu lay there with her face covered in cold sweat and deathly pale.
Her lower lip was bitten through, bearing a trace of blood, and a few strands of dark hair clung to her face, making her look utterly miserable. Bloodstains seeped mottled through the back of her robes.
A maid nearby hurriedly came over to help her up, her heart aching with anxiety, "Miss, are you alright?"
Chapter 94