His voice was slightly hesitant.
"Of course... it could be in a place covered by clothes. For example, below the nape of the neck, or the inner thigh, such hidden locations. Some females deliberately cover it with fabric, especially in formal occasions, to avoid attracting attention."
Seraphina's heart sank a little.
She clenched her palm and unrelentingly asked, "Have you ever heard... of any female being particularly harsh to her own daughter?"
He shook his head almost instinctively.
"Female offspring are too rare. Most females would feel honored to have a daughter; why would they harm their own flesh and blood... Especially in our tribe, which places importance on bloodlines. A mother who can give birth to a female often sees her status elevated."
He suddenly stopped.
His Adam's apple moved, and his eyes slightly flickered.
Because he remembered Seraphina's experience.
It was because she was abused by her own mother.
