Easton lay on the bed, Sterling Li looked at him, and Yunsheng placed the medicine bottle on the table. The three of them were speechless for a long time. The water drops on the eaves were beating on the puddles, and even closing the windows could not block the cold air.
Easton's hair was not wiped and soaked the bedding underneath him. He neither said goodbye nor looked at each other. His back was burning and the injury was severe.
Yun Sheng felt that the atmosphere was solemn, so he took the lead and said: "The whip holds the spirit, and the whipping is so severe, I have to apply medicine."
As soon as he stood up, Sterling Li said, "The whipping is over. Go to your father and let him know."
Yunsheng understood that he had something to say to Easton. He nodded, exited the door, and closed the door for them.
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