Worry emerged on Zi Ling's face. She was worried that once she left, there would be nobody left to take care of her lady.
"I'm tired. I want to rest for awhile." Ye Qing Luo supported her own body as she slowly lay down.
She closed her eyes as an appearance of weariness spread over her face.
Zi Ling tucked in Ye Qing Luo's blankets, then withdrew from the room and chased after Ye Feng Yu.
At the moment when the door to her room closed, Ye Qing Luo's originally closed eyes suddenly opened.
The relaxed and contented expression on her face also vanished completely without a trace.
She raised her white hand raised gently and placed it on her chest that's been bandaged one rotation after another.
Her profound heart jade...she's afraid it had fragmented.
It did not fragment from Ye Tian Kuang's palm strike.
