The capillaries in some parts of her body had stopped supplying blood, forming marble-like dead white patches.
"Okay, time's up..."
These words uttered by Butler Li also meant that the punishment of nanny Chen Chunhua was over.
Two servants appeared...
Finally, they held Chen Chunhua's arms, one on each side, their movements as careful as if they were picking up a cracked porcelain statue. Chen Chunhua's body had long since become stiff, and her joints made a jerky "creaking" sound, like a puppet that hadn't been oiled for a long time.
The moment Chen Chunhua's knees left the ground, the adhered flesh was torn apart with a wet "sizzling" sound. Dark red blood stretched into long, thin threads, mixed with broken glass, and dripped back to the ground.
Looking at their departing figures, Butler Li just sighed heavily.
They carried Chen Chunhua into the servants' room.
Chen Chunhua was laid flat on the soft surface, like a piece of wreckage washed ashore by the waves, her body emitting a salty smell mixed with blood and cold sweat.
The older servant took out the medicine box - inside were several rolls of gauze, a bottle of iodine, and a can of lard ointment that had been there for who knows how long.
The younger man untied the woman's skirt with trembling hands. The fabric had long been soaked with blood, and after drying it became as hard as tree bark, and it broke into pieces with the slightest effort.
"Be patient..." the older servant whispered, using scissors to cut the glue together bit by bit.
Chen Chunhua's knees were exposed under the bright white light—the skin and flesh were rolled up, and shards of glass were embedded in the wounds like broken diamonds. Some of them had grown together with the flesh and blood, shining strangely under the light.
The young servant gasped, and the wet towel in his hand fell to the ground with a "pa".
"What a sin..." the older man murmured, picking up a piece of glass with tweezers. Chen Chunhua's calf twitched violently, but she didn't say a word.
Chen Chunhua's nails dug deep into the bed board, her knuckles turning white, as if she was trying to scratch through the wood.
The moment the iodine was poured on her, Chen Chunhua let out a muffled groan, like a cat being strangled. White foam formed on the wound, and blood mixed with the medicine trickled down, leaving a maroon pattern on the bedsheets.
The young servant held her legs tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Sister, you, you be gentle..."
"Gentle?" The older man sneered, but his grip softened. "Who told her to be gentle when she was kneeling?"
Chen Chunhua remained silent, staring intently at the white ceiling, her eyes as hollow as a dry well. She bit her lips until they bled, but remained silent.
It was not until the older servant covered the wound with lard ointment that she suddenly closed her eyes. Two lines of tears slid down her temples into her temples, mixed with blood and sweat, and disappeared.
"Sister Chunhua... why are you doing this... don't get too close to the young master and the others..."
The young servant said with red eyes.
"But...if I don't care about them..."
Chen Chunhua seemed to see that scene again: the boy curled up in the corner, using his frail body to tightly protect the trembling girl, while the girl tugged at his clothes with her hands...
Those beautiful eyes are empty and lifeless...
"If I don't do anything, they..."
——There is really no way out.
There was a faint light in Chen Chunhua's eyes at the moment she wanted to catch.
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