The door creaked open slightly and Ning Shaoze lifted his head. His face was frighteningly pale and his lips were in an unhealthy shade of bluish black. Heavy dark circles hung below his eyes and his whole being looked gaunt as if he was hollowed inside and out. The sole reason why he could sit up and lean against the bed was because of Ouyang Xueqing's healing ability.
Yet, upon seeing the person who walked in, his eyes brightened like no other. So dazzling and vigorous like the last moment of the most beautiful falling stars. "Meiying…"
The rims of Ma Meiying's eyes reddened and when she saw him, she strode forward quickly all the while grasping his stretched out hand. "Young Master Ning, how are you? Do you feel better?"
"Yes, I am." He smiled gently and wiped his thumb on her eyelids, his heart aching. "I am very sorry for worrying you."
