Su Yingxue placed a small vial into her hands, and thought, "Sister, you should rest quickly, I'll feed him the medicine."
Considering Chu Yifeng's current state, as long as he could swallow what was put in his mouth, it was good enough.
"There's no need, you all... go and rest," she said.
She closed her eyes.
Su Yingxue was still worried about her, but Chu Yihan said, "Yingxue, come here and help Your Highness with the healing."
"Ah? How is Your Highness's injury?" she exclaimed.
As soon as Chu Yihan mentioned healing, she immediately went over to his side.
Chu Yihan set down the pillar, and once again, they were separated from Rong Sheng.
Rong Sheng cherished the gratitude in her heart.
She struggled to sit up, moved next to Chu Yifeng, took the medicine that Su Yingxue had given her, held it in her mouth, gently opened Chu Yifeng's mouth, slowly leaned down, and pressed her lips to his.
