In the evening, she still had to deliver food to Mo Jingshen.
This time, Ji Nuan couldn't avoid this by burning her hand. Aqib told Dali to follow her from morning till night, and the only thing Ji Nuan could do was to observe Dali's habits.
Dali would drink at lunch and dinner every day, but he didn't drink much, nor take naps or pass out, giving her any chance to escape. No wonder Aqib trusted him; he was a very cautious and disciplined man.
The old woman redid the gauze on Ji Nuan's hand, but her dressing was unprofessional. The burn on the back of Ji Nuan's hand, mixed with the color of herbal ash, looked even worse. Luckily, her hand was wrapped in white gauze, or else even she couldn't bear to look at it.
As soon as Ji Nuan's figure appeared in Mo Jingshen's cabin, she saw the man who had been sitting by the wall during the day, standing at the window. He leaned his back against the wooden sill and glanced coldly at her as she entered the door.
