Ji Nuan was indeed cold to death. Earlier on, she had tried her best to appear strong. Now that her determination had crumbled, she shrunk in the blanket and decided to no longer hide it.
Her body was trembling, yet her gaze could not help but remain fixed on his body. It was only when Mo Jingshen moved to the door—to bring in the brown sugar water that Auntie Chen had brought up—that she moved her eyes away slightly.
Things like period cramps… to have it revealed all to Mo Jingshen…
Really, she was embarrassed to the point where her face was entirely thrown to her grandmother's house.
"So, who exactly is it that wants to harm us?" Ji Nuan asked, and then she paused. "Or more accurately, who wants me dead?"
Mo Jingshen passed the brown sugar water over. "Cases of wealthy families paying for murder are increasing. In the future, return less to the Ji home."
Ji Nuan was stunned, but she also finally understood.
