ater, and she washed herself silently. Occasionally, when her hand brushed against a bruise—a purple patch here, a green one there—a dull ache would shoot through her. For a moment, tears welled up in...wanted to talk to Lin Meng.Mrs. Lin, accustomed to indulging her son, readily agreed without hesitation and left the ward. Miao Qing, as an outsider, couldn't go against Lin Dong, a member of the fami...