Ma Wenjia was no pushover. As she spoke, she yanked open the clothes wrapped around her and bared her entire upper body.
The sight of her shocking wounds made her female companion cover her mouth and gasp. She rushed forward, embraced Ma Wenjia, and began to sob.
Ma Wenjia gently pulled free from her companion's embrace and shouted, "You, Old Tang! You gave me all these wounds, didn't you? You burned these cigarette holes into me, didn't you? You don't even smoke, but you'd light a cigarette just to burn me whenever you felt like it. Tell me, aren't you a pervert?"
There were at least a dozen or twenty cigarette burns of various sizes on Ma Wenjia's body, some in the most sensitive places. And those burns were among the most ordinary of her injuries. There were also widespread bruises and swelling, and even obvious bite marks where someone had sunk their teeth into her.
Ma Wenjia then unfastened her pants, leaving only her underwear on. Her thighs were just as covered in scars. Every wound seemed to tell of the abuser's cruelty and depravity.
Some of the long, narrow wounds had clearly been made with a stick or a strip of bamboo, making them even more horrifying to look at.
There wasn't a single large patch of unblemished skin on her body. Without her clothes to cover her, anyone who saw her walking down a street in the Sunny Era would have been scared half to death. What kind of sick domestic abuse could have left someone in this state?
Ma Wenjia glared at Old Tang like an enraged guardian deity. The sleazy man looked uneasy. The arrogant air he usually put on in front of her had vanished completely. He didn't even dare meet her eyes, as