The wounds on her body had been weighing on Lu Hanting’s mind for days. He couldn’t ask, didn’t dare to. But now that she’d come to him, he cast aside all restraint, determined to see for himself. He lifted the hem of her floral chiffon blouse, revealing the skin beneath. The purplish bite marks had vanished completely, leaving not a single scar. Her skin was flawless, as smooth and pale as cream.