In the ward, a ray of sunlight shone in through the French windows, forming two different colors in the room.
Sitting in the bright golden light, Wu Meifelt Li Nanchen's gaze on her and raised her head to look at him. Puzzled, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Nanchen subconsciously shifted his gaze away. Immediately, he sighed helplessly. The resentment and jealousy that had been lodged in his chest for the past few days had mostly disappeared. He pretended to inadvertently mention the day of his injury. "Before the mercenaries and assassins attacked, someone put something in the medicine I drank."
"It should be a medicinal powder that can temporarily paralyze a person and can be mixed into the daily medicine…"
Li Nanchen's words made Wu Mei frown. She lifted Li Nanchen's palm and looked at the two scars on his palm. She asked, "Who is it?"
"I'm not sure."
