Lu Ying knelt on one knee before her, his hand brushing through her dark hair, gently stroking her delicate face. "Don't cry."
He lowered his eyes and saw her clutching her abdomen, his brows furrowing slightly. "Did the wound tear open?"
Shen Yinning took a deep breath, nodded, then shook her head, her expression composed and understanding. "It's nothing, it just opened a tiny bit. Once we return, I'll ask Doctor Xiao Chen to rewrap it."
Lu Ying scooped her up horizontally in his arms.
Perhaps because she had been abducted in the midst of her sleep, she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. Her silk inner trousers were rolled halfway up, revealing her fair, tender calves and small feet.
Her raven-black hair cascaded like flowing silk, partially revealing an exquisite, snow-white face brimming with radiance.
