Tang Li slept soundly until dusk. When she woke up, her hands were completely numb, her chest ached with a dull tightness, and her limbs felt as though they had been crushed by something heavy, aching with every little movement.
The moment she stood up, she felt like a dilapidated thatched cottage, so fragile she might be blown apart by the wind.
She went to the side room and opened the mechanism to refill the wooden bathtub. Waiting until the water was full, she began to take off her clothes. Lowering her head, she caught sight of the red marks on her body, and involuntarily recalling the scenes of the previous night, her face flushed crimson.
Chapter 142