Shen Qingli entered the room and was delighted by the beauty before her.
Xue Yinzhou woke up and sat by the bed, wearing a loose black and silver robe. Tall and straight, his silver-white long hair cascaded like a waterfall behind him, and his cold, handsome face was perfectly sculpted, with silver-purple phoenix eyes that were cold and captivating.
He didn't need to do anything to resemble an ink painting, the most stunning scenery that made people reluctant to look away.
Shen Qingli restrained her fluttering emotions and personally brought the soup medicine over, her voice tender enough to drip water, "You're awake."
"I was worried about you all day, but seeing your recovery put my mind at ease."
Upon hearing her, Xue Yinzhou looked up, his cold gaze falling on Shen Qingli, his voice even, "Did you save me?"
