Huo Liuyi heard the tale of possession, his expression turning grave.
He furrowed his brows tightly and asked, "How long has Huo Qi been like this?"
Awen pressed his lips together, his eyes anxiously looking towards Huo Qi, who was slumped on the sofa, asleep and relaxed, and said quietly, "Four or five days now."
"Why didn't you speak of this sooner!"
"The young master forbade it—"
Qin Ruan stood upstairs, observing for a while before continuing down with Huo Zhi.
The two didn't lighten their footsteps, startling Huo Liuyi and Awen.
When they looked up towards the staircase, the first thing they saw was a pair of long, straight, and slender legs wrapped in trouser fabric.
Moving their gaze up, the sight of Qin Ruan in a casual shirt with her cool and aloof visage took Huo Liuyi and Awen by surprise.
Her fox-like eyes were cold yet captivating. When she stared expressionlessly, there was an ignorant clarity to her, yet also an aloof distance that made her hard to approach.
