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... > The room was not locked, so she pushed it open.
"Kenyon, you..."
She could not continue the rest of the sentence.
Kenyon sat on a stool and applied ointment to his wound.
In addition to the crisscrossing whip marks on his back, there was a very long bloody wound from his back to his waist.
It was inconvenient to apply ointment on his back, so he could only apply it casually, and the wound began bleeding again.
Ellen felt so painful as if her eyes ...
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