Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 257 Scars

Although he was dissatisfied, the fat man still went out to buy medicine, cursing.

Green patted the iron railing and cried anxiously: "Are you two okay? Hey!"

After enduring till now, Xu Weiwei finally let out a sound, but it was more like a sigh, venting the emotions that she couldn't bear. There was no place on her body that didn't hurt, and her brain was also implicated, as if countless fine threads were pulling at it, and the tearing pain made it impossible for her to think.

Xu Weiwei couldn't stop her tears from flowing down. The feeling of her skin being torn apart not only tortured her physically, but also crushed her spirit. The helplessness of not being able to decide her own life, the grief of being crushed unilaterally, and the fear of facing death, all turned into anger in the end.

I resent my own weakness, and I resent my inability to resist, and the fact that I can only be slaughtered by others.

No matter how open-minded she had thought before, when she really faced death, Xu Weiwei realized that giving up life was not such an easy thing.

She raised her arm and wiped away her tears. The salt stung the whip marks on her arm, causing a sharp pain. Xu Weiwei was so angry that she moved even harder, as if she wanted to compete with her own body.

Lying on the ground and breathing deeply, after several times, Xu Weiwei finally felt that the blocked air in her chest had dissipated a little, and her breathing became smoother.

Haisang's arms trembled as he carefully moved away from Xu Weiwei, fearing that he would lose his balance and press on her wound again. His sister Haikui had not yet recovered from the shock and was still crying loudly.

Hai Sang did not comfort her immediately, but bent down to check on Xu Weiwei. He wanted to help her up from the ground but did not know where to start, because the exposed skin was covered with shocking dark red bloodstains, which formed a sharp contrast with her pale skin.

Each bloodstain was slightly raised and swollen outward, with bright red blood oozing out in the middle, and there were many purple-red bruises around it covered by a thin layer of leather.

Finally, Hai Sang could only use trembling fingers to gently lift the hair covering her face and put the messy hair behind her head. But he was stunned when he saw the face below.

The scars that covered almost half of his face from his eyebrows to his cheekbones made his heart suddenly tighten.

The bright and warm smile when they first met and the bruised and battered face lying on the ground now shocked Haisang greatly. A strong hatred rushed to his brain, and the pain in his back seemed to disappear.

Suddenly, Xu Weiwei moved her mouth and said something incoherently. Haisang came to his senses and leaned over quickly: "What did you say?"

"Password...7, 2, 74...88, go try it."

Haisang was stunned for a moment, then wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, stood up suddenly and pressed the combination lock. With a few light beeps, the cell door clicked open.

Hai Sang turned around in surprise: "It's open! It's really open! The password is correct!"

"Kuan, hiss——..." Every time she opened her mouth, it would affect her nerves, making Xu Weiwei afraid to speak loudly.

"What?" Haisang looked confused and wanted to go back.

Green reminded loudly and silently: "She told you to close the door, you idiot! If you are found out, you will die!"

Haisang subconsciously closed the door and asked the next second: "Can't we just run away? There's no one here now." He couldn't wait to send Xu Weiwei out.

Green rolled his eyes and pointed at Xu Weiwei who was lying on the ground, unable to move. "How can she leave? Tell me how can she leave now? Don't say you can carry her."

Haisang shut his mouth silently.

"It's broad daylight now, and people are out and about. Can you guarantee that you can get out of this basement and out of this building? If you go out, you might run into the group of people who just came in. Do you want to take these two sisters to die?"

Haisang gritted his teeth, hating his own incompetence. Green's words made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness. It had always been like this, he couldn't do anything well, and couldn't change anything.

After Xu Weiwei recovered a little, she slowly moved her arms and supported herself on the ground to sit up.

Green called out, pressing his entire body against the railing, wishing he could squeeze through the gap, "How do you feel? Are you okay?"

"Still alive, won't die for the time being..." Xu Weiwei's voice was light, as if floating in the wind.

Suddenly, a dampness flowed down her cheek. Xu Weiwei lowered her head and saw a round drop of blood on her light-colored skirt. Xu Weiwei reached out to touch it, but Haisang grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch it, there's a wound."

"Mirror, let me see."

Hai Sang was somewhat resistant and reluctantly advised: "It's not serious, so don't watch it..."

Green pursed his lips, with a pair of dead fish eyes, and his expression was speechless to the extreme. Is this kid a fool? Is he? He doesn't really think that anyone will believe him? What's the difference between this and telling the other person the answer directly?

"Help me get it, or I'll go over." Xu Weiwei's mouth didn't move much, and the voice seemed to be squeezed directly out of her throat.

Hai San Na had no choice but to do as she was told.

"Don't move your hands. I'll hold it for you." It's already here, so this little bit won't make any difference.

Even though she was mentally prepared, the image reflected in the mirror still caught Xu Weiwei off guard. She didn't expect the wound to be so large. Half of her face was swollen.

No wonder it hurts so much when I talk, it’s really hard not to be affected.

In less than two seconds, Haisang anxiously put the mirror away. "It looks scary, but it's actually not that serious. It will heal soon..."

Xu Weiwei suddenly felt like laughing. Isn't this what the injured say when they comfort others? Just as she was about to say something, her vision suddenly blurred in the blink of an eye.

It turned out that the small blood beads above the brow bone had gathered together and slid down. Xu Weiwei didn't like the sticky texture on her eyelashes, so she blinked subconsciously, but the blood color melted in her left eye, looking weird and creepy, like a female ghost who died unjustly in a horror movie.

Haisang personally acted out a helpless scene.

In the end, Xu Weiwei raised her hand and wiped the blood on her chin. The wound on her arm was affected when she moved, and she hissed again.

"It's okay, I don't care." Since being injured, Xu Weiwei has learned to speak as concisely as possible.

Haisang's nose was sore again, and she lowered her head in haste. Even in this situation, she was still thinking about others.

Little did she know that Xu Weiwei really didn't care. It wasn't that she didn't care about the scar on her face, but she didn't care about the cut. As long as she could get out alive, with the current medical technology, removing the scar would be a piece of cake.

As long as she could get out alive.