Ming Lengxuan's face was streaked with tears. Zhao Fu had just ravaged her mercilessly, leaving her body weak and marked with a few wounds. She looked frail and pitiful as she struggled to put on her clothes. After getting down from the bed and taking only a few steps, her legs gave out and she was about to fall to the floor.
Zhao Fu reached out and caught her. Feeling that his attitude just now had been somewhat cruel, and that he had indeed ravaged her harshly, he looked at her wretched, pitiable appearance and still asked with concern, "Are you all right? If you can't manage, stay here and just tell me the location of the treasury and how to open it."
Seeing the concern shown by the man who had just ravaged her, Ming Lengxuan could not help but burst into tears. There was the reason Zhao Fu had ravaged her, the reason her father had violated her in the past, the grievances she had constantly endured, and all the things she had kept suppressed.
Now, she was no longer afraid of Zhao Fu. Clinging to him, she wept bitterly, her tears completely soaking his clothes.
Zhao Fu did not understand why she was crying, nor did he know how to comfort her. It seemed he had never comforted a woman before; he could only hold her gently.
After a while, Ming Lengxuan finally stopped crying. Her eyes red and swollen, she looked at Zhao Fu and said, "I'm sorry! I was the one who harmed you first. What happened just now was also what I deserved. You don't need to treat me this well."
Zhao Fu understood what she meant, but he had already grasped what had happened. That old man had forced her to do those