As night fell, the room grew dim.
Wu Yaqing placed the tray on the table, lit a candle, walked over to the bed, and gently patted Third Master Lu's face, "Wake up, wake up…"
Having slept for a long time, Third Master Lu was easily roused by Wu Yaqing's gentle touch.
Opening his eyes, he saw Wu Yaqing's face, fair with a blush, almond eyes, and rosy cheeks, youthful and beautiful.
For a moment, he was stunned, but everything happened so quickly that no one saw it.
"Why are you here?" Third Master Lu's voice was hoarse, as if tinged with a rasp, subtly captivating.
Wu Yaqing, embarrassed to admit she came specifically to care for him, quickly said, "Brother Tang's family was short-handed, so they asked me to help."
Third Master Lu was a bit groggy and didn't think much about it, smiling faintly, "Thank you."
Wu Yaqing turned to fetch the medicine, "Can you drink this?"
