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"Miss, don't be afraid, it's me! Xinrong, I'm here, not someone else!" She called loudly in the woman's ear, as if finally bringing back a glimmer of her consciousness.
The woman turned her gaze in confusion, and as tears streamed down her face upon seeing the newcomer, it seemed as if she had opened her heart to her, no longer holding back.
"Xinrong..." Just two simple words, yet they were filled with grievance. Slowly extending her arms, Xinrong immediately understood and walked to her side, wrapping the woman in her embrace.
It felt like returning to her mother's arms; at that moment, Mo Xier let go of all her defenses.
However, in an instant, the fabric against Mo Xier's cheek was already wet. Listening to this, Xinrong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. This wasn't the first time she had seen the woman cry, but this time it truly hurt her heart.
"Miss, please stop crying. Your tears are breaking my heart. My mother often says that being unhappy lasts a day, and being happy also lasts a day. Since that's the case, why not choose to be happy today? Life is short; why let unnecessary matters affect your mood?"
Xinrong gently comforted her, her delicate hand softly patting the woman's back. The pain she felt for her could not be expressed through words at that moment.
As she comforted her, the woman's sobs began to quiet down significantly, as if she was suppressing her cries within her throat.
"Miss, please don't cry anymore this early in the morning. Come on, let me help you change your clothes." As she spoke and reached out to assist, she was suddenly grabbed by the woman, whose eyes were filled with panic.
"Don't move! I can do it myself!" The tear stains on her face had yet to dry; her eyes were red and bloodshot as if she hadn't slept for several days and nights.
Seeing her dazed expression, Xinrong hesitated. In this current state of mind, could she really take care of herself?
"Miss, let me do it. I'm really worried about you like this. Don't you trust me?" Xinrong stubbornly stood in front of her as if refusing to leave until she agreed.
In the end, Mo Xier compromised and nodded at her. Xinrong's face instantly lit up with a smile full of relief as she happily said, "Then wait a moment while I prepare; I'll be right back!"
After saying that, she hurriedly ran out of the room, fearing that if she moved too slowly, she would delay Mo Xier.
Watching Xinrong like this brought a slight softening to the woman's expression. However, it wasn't long before Xinrong returned. Due to her vigorous running, the young girl was covered in a light sheen of sweat and was slightly out of breath as she spoke with concern in her voice.
"You must be feeling very uncomfortable; I've already instructed them to bring hot water. Later, I'll help you take a bath; you'll definitely feel much better!"
The little girl’s eyes sparkled with bright light, drawing her gaze directly.
Like willows swaying gently in the breeze, it was so tender that it struck her heart, making her unable to resist feeling moved, softening, and smiling at Xinrong.
“Thank you, Xinrong.” Her words were filled with gratitude as she looked steadily at her, causing Xinrong to shyly lower her head.
“Miss, what are you saying! There’s no need for thanks; taking care of you is just what a servant should do!”
Xinrong's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a hint of a smile. She prepared the bathwater and then gently helped the woman up from the bed.
At first, she only noticed the torn clothing on the woman and did not pay attention to the wounds on her body. It wasn't until the clothes slowly came off, revealing her fair skin, that she finally saw those marks. Unable to hold back, a gasp escaped her lips.
Hearing the exclamation, Mo Xier's hand froze mid-removal of her clothing, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Noticing her reaction, Xinrong immediately panicked, regret washing over her face.
“Miss… I…” Before she could finish explaining, Mo Xier interrupted her in a low voice.
“It’s fine; I don’t care about such things as long as I didn’t scare you.” Her tone was flat, almost devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
On her body, wherever it was visible, there were red marks covering almost every inch of her skin. The fresh imprints were clearly the work of Night Star just moments ago. From these obvious red marks, one could tell just how harshly the man had acted!
It had to be admitted that after more than ten years without touching a woman, Night Star suddenly acted this way—especially after being provoked—he had lost all restraint, which explained why her body was covered in marks.
In the steamy room filled with fragrant aromas, Xinrong had added many rose petals to the hot water to help soothe the tension and fatigue of the woman. The fragrance wafted upwards with the steam from the hot water, releasing a rich scent.
The woman soaking in the hot water slightly closed her eyes and remained silent, replaying earlier scenes in her mind.
Standing behind her, Xinrong gently stirred the water with her hand and also remained silent, quietly attending to her without wanting to disturb her rest.
As the steam thickened, the temperature in the room began to rise. Suddenly, Mo Xier opened her eyes wide and grabbed Xinrong's wrist firmly, saying in a low voice: “You should go out for now; I want to be alone.”
Seeing her expression, Xinrong clearly felt uneasy and wanted to refuse but couldn’t find the words. After hesitating for a long time, she finally nodded, dried off the droplets on her hands, and softly said: “Miss, I will go out now.”
The maid stood outside the door, ready to respond if anything happened. "If you need anything, just call for me. I'm not far away and I can hear you."
Mo Xier nodded and softly replied, "I understand. You can go now. If anything happens, I will definitely call you."
With her promise, Xinrong finally felt relieved, but still turned back three times, reluctant to leave the room.
Once outside, she did as she said and stood at the door, too afraid to venture far, worried that she wouldn't hear the woman inside calling for her.
As the door closed, Mo Xier relaxed completely, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh.
The steam from the water rose continuously, much like a modern sauna, causing beads of sweat to form on her forehead.
Her mind was blank; it seemed all her thoughts were tangled together, making it impossible to find clarity. Instead, her head was filled with images of Night Star!
His warm hands slid down her body repeatedly. Even now, the sensations he left on her seemed to linger, inescapable and wrapping around her like a spell.
Suddenly opening her eyes, she wasn't sure if the moisture in them was from the steam or tears; it felt as if they would spill over at any moment.
Her hands kept moving as she vigorously rubbed her body, trying to erase every trace of the man left on her. It was as if she were taking out her frustration on herself; the harder she rubbed, the more intense her actions became. In just a moment, her originally fair skin turned bright red under her touch, resembling something that had been cooked—an unsettling sight.
Yet she seemed oblivious to any pain and continued scrubbing hard. As she watched her skin grow redder, anger ignited within her like a flame. In an instant, she threw the cloth into the water with force, splashing high droplets that hit her face. The next moment, tears that had been held back for so long fell freely down her cheeks, making it impossible to distinguish between water and tears on her wet face.
This act was merely a way of venting frustration; Mo Xier was angry with herself for allowing a man to bully her like this without even putting up a fight!
She had never felt so helpless! Biting down hard on her lip, determination filled her face. No matter how much she wanted to cry, she refused to make a sound for fear that Xinrong standing at the door would hear.
Raising a hand to wipe away the droplets on her face, she took a deep breath and plunged straight into the water below. It seemed that only by doing this could she truly awaken and think about what to do next.
Once submerged, there was no sound coming from inside the room; even the splashing of water ceased.
Outside the door, Xinrong carefully listened for any sounds from within. After a long while without any noise from inside, anxiety began to creep in as she started pacing back and forth at the entrance.
After waiting for a moment longer and still hearing no sound from inside the room, she could no longer hold back and asked, "Miss? Are you alright? Should I come in?"
However, there was no response from within the room, only silence. At this point, Xinrong grew increasingly anxious. Unable to endure any longer, she raised her hand and knocked on the door again, this time with much more force, causing the entire door frame to shake.
"Miss, are you okay? Please respond! If you don't answer me, I'm coming in!" Yet again, all she received was silence.
Finally unable to contain herself any longer, Xinrong forcefully pushed open the door and rushed inside without hesitation. There was no sign of the young woman in the bathing area; all she could see was the calm surface of the water, undisturbed!
Xinrong's heart raced with panic as she turned to leave. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a strand of black hair in the water. Xinrong's eyes lit up instantly, bright as lights in the night, her face filled with excitement.
She hurried forward a few steps and indeed saw the young woman submerged at the bottom of the water. With a strong pull, she yanked her out!
Mo Xier did not struggle; as soon as she broke the surface, the rush of air made her cough violently. Due to prolonged oxygen deprivation, her face had turned slightly bluish.
Xinrong's expression was filled with fear. If she had noticed even a moment later, would there have been any chance left for her? If the young lady had truly perished here, how would she explain it to the young master?
"Miss! What are you doing? No matter what troubles you have, you mustn't take your own life!" Xinrong's tone was laced with evident fear, and her gaze towards Mo Xier changed noticeably.
Just after surfacing, Mo Xier continued to cough and had no time to speak; she could only wave her hand at Xinrong to indicate her intentions. But in her current state of panic, Xinrong couldn't think clearly.
Xinrong kindly helped her pat her back, doing her utmost to assist.
"Miss, please don’t think about ending it all! If you’re gone, what will I do? You know how temperamental the young master can be; if he blames me for this, how will I stay in this general's residence?"
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