Jian Qing shook her head, showing no emotion in the depths of her eyes.
Under the dim light, Quan Mingxuan saw her hand and couldn't help but frown.
Her delicate fingers were covered in scars, her blood-stained hand was shocking to the eye. If Jingwu saw this, he would surely be heartbroken.
He raised his head, looked at her profile, and placed the food and water next to her.
Without further persuasion, he stood up and said something, then turned to leave.
"Jian Qing, you should know that Jingwu cares about you, and it breaks his heart to see you like this."
Jian Qing, who had been digging in the rock, paused and bit her lip.
Would he? Would he care?
If he did care, why hasn't he shown up yet?
"How is it? Did she eat?" Han Yue asked when Quan Mingxuan returned.
Quan Mingxuan shook his head.
Han Yue frowned and rubbed his brows, "What should we do then? If this goes on, she won't be able to take it. When Jingwu returns, she might have already collapsed."
