Handing Shen Yinning over to Lu Ying, Cui Ji had no reason to stay and quickly took his leave.
Iridescent lamplight filled the room.
Lu Ying sat by the bedside, his brows tightly furrowed as he gazed at Shen Yinning, as though trying to peer through her outward appearance to discern the secrets hidden within her heart. His narrow eyes seemed to absorb the night's darkness, boundless and obscure.
After a long while, he finally averted his gaze and gently lifted the thin blanket covering her body.
The wound on her abdomen had already been treated, wrapped in heavy white gauze. Judging by the appearance, the injury was severe, with blood seeping through to stain the fabric a deep red.
His eyes betrayed a trace of heartache. After staring for a while, he slowly pulled the blanket back over her.
Shen Zhaozhao...
When will you stop making me worry?
The candles crackled softly in the long early-summer night.
