He has the ghost eye, able to see them while others cannot.
He didn’t want the things he brought for Tan Ruyue to be taken away by her masters.
There were no surveillance caras in the nunnery.
In a completely unnoticed situation, Xingchen arrived near Tan Ruyue’s room and faintly heard a sound of crying.
It was Tan Ruyue.
Xingchen hurriedly took small steps to the window behind Tan Ruyue’s room.
He tiptoed, reached out his hand, and gently pushed the window open a bit.
Imdiately, he saw the scene inside.
Tan Ruyue was sitting with her legs tied together, and a nun, in her forties or fifties, was holding a whip, striking at her calves.
While hitting, she was chanting words.
"Is the at for you to eat? I dare you to eat it, you glutton, will you still eat?!"
"No... I won’t eat it anymore, never again...sob sob..." Tan Ruyue cried and begged for rcy.
Xingchen outside the window watched, fuming with rage.
He knew he couldn’t go in. If he did, wouldn’t Tan Ruyue’s situation beco even more difficult?
The nun got tired of beating, then said, "Don’t eat dinner tonight, I’m telling you, from now on, don’t even dare to sll the at in the kitchen. Your father left you here saying he won’t co back for you anymore. Even if I beat you to death today, no one will know. Disobey again, and you’ll see."
Tan Ruyue sobbed, her whole body trembling, her thin hands turned blue from the cold.
"Also, next ti a rich young master sends you nice clothes, hand them over. You can’t wear nice new clothes here, rember that."
After saying this, the nun threw down a tube of ointnt and left.
Tan Ruyue bent over and slowly untied the rope.
Xingchen quickly ca in. Hearing the door, she shivered in fright, but upon seeing it was him, her expression eased, "Xingchen..."
With small hands, she tightly closed the door, and Xingchen placed a large bag he was holding on her bed, "How are your legs?"
Tears glistened in Tan Ruyue’s eyes as she forced a smile and said, "I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt."
"Let take a look." Xingchen squatted down to check her legs, finding them full of welts, bruised and battered, making him very angry, "It’s too much."
"It’s okay, I’ll just apply so ointnt."
"Let do it for you." Xingchen took the ointnt from her hand, "Sit on the bed."
Tan Ruyue obediently sat down, watching him apply the ointnt, feeling that the five-year-old Xingchen seed a lot bigger suddenly.
In her world, it seed that, other than this forr classmate, no one else cared for her.
"Xingchen..."
Xingchen’s dark eyes looked up at her, "Hmm? What is it?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to call your na."
After applying the ointnt, he busily unzipped the bag, "Look, I brought you a hat, gloves, chicken legs, roast duck, and also a phone. You know how to dial numbers to make a call, right?"
"I do."
Xingchen turned on the phone for her, whispering, "This phone is pretty good. Don’t let your masters find it, or they’ll take it away. I’ve set it to silent mode and written the phone number on this piece of paper. I’ve input my number into the phone. I know you’re good at morizing, so morize these two numbers. Call if you need help or just want to chat, but I don’t bring my phone to school, so it’s best to call after school. I’ll top up the credit regularly for you."
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