Chapter: 3372

Only then did she notice the gauze wrapped around her hands. Her palms had been trampled, the skin torn and raw beneath the bandages.

At that moment, the ache in her fingers intensified.

The door creaked open, and Moran stepped inside, his mood clearly unsettled.

He wore the same clothes as the night before, now rumpled and disheveled, a stark contrast to the immaculate appearance he had once presented.

His hair was tousled, a few rebellious strands falling across his forehead. He Looked both unkempt and untamed, an edge of wildness in his demeanor.