Glancing at Lao Wan's pale little face, it might also be because he was unconscious from internal injury that day and woke up finding himself in bed, having drunk a bowl of her medicine.
In the deep of night, Du Zhongshu returned to his room to handle the secret messages, while Lao Wan finally woke up. Each movement brought her intense pain, making it almost impossible to breathe, and it felt as though the legs weren't even hers.
A cold light flashed in her eyes. Du Zhongshu, I'll remember you!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the door open, and a shadowy figure rushed in, standing by her bedside in the blink of an eye.
She was so scared she wanted to scream, yet found herself unable to make a sound. The figure hadn't even moved. What was he… or was he a ghost?
"You'd best be quiet. I came to help you; you should be grateful," said the shadow in a raspy, middle-aged man's voice.
