Lady Yan slowly regained some strength and walked heavily to the bedside.
Meng Qianqian brought over an oil lamp.
After entering the Crown Prince Mansion, although he received meticulous care, his vitality had already been exhausted in the day-after-day imprisonment. He remained emaciated and unrecognizable.
An indescribable familiarity quietly arose in Lady Yan's heart.
She bent down and leaned in closer.
At this moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Lady Yan's wrist.
Yet, if one looked closely, he wasn't really looking at Lady Yan, only staring blankly at the top of the canopy.
Lady Yan first glanced at a small scar on the back of the man's hand, and her heart skipped a beat.
Then she carefully scrutinized his features once more.
Her eyes gradually reddened, her throat began to ache, her lips trembled, and she choked out, "Shishu... is that you?"
The man did not respond, his eyes remained dazedly fixed on the top of the canopy.
