Bai Da felt pain all over his body, as if it no longer belonged to him, and even each deep breath was excruciating.
Even he felt that Bai Zhi's pain from the few needles in her body was nothing compared to his.
The brush of clothes against his skin was torture. Both his hands were swollen like pig trotters, and even his only pair of good feet was now throbbing unbearably due to his father's actions. Moving them caused a sensation of his tendons being torn apart.
Despite such agony, he still struggled to sit up, his forehead covered in sweat.
"Dad, I disagree, I don't want to divorce Xiuxiu. Our relationship is good; she just misunderstood me. I won't agree to it. You said you wouldn't interfere with our marriages."
Would he still be able to continue with Xiuxiu if his father intervened?
Without Xiuxiu, his entire world would collapse.
