"Young madam?"
Yan Hao felt his muscles go stiff as he looked at the woman staring at the container in his hand in silence. Her sharp gaze appeared to be piecing through the herbs as she remained unmoved.
"Young madam, the herbs will aid you in healing faster and also improve your physical composition. They were specially…
He stopped speaking as her cold eyes looked into his. He opened his mouth and his lips moved, but it was as if there was an iron grip on his neck.
Fortunately for him, he didn't have to feel this way for much longer.
Lanying quietly accepted the herbal soup from him, finishing it in one gulp.
Yan Hao's legs were about to give away, even without accepting the empty bowl he left with hurried footsteps.
Lanying had a meaningful look in her eyes as she stared at the retreating figure. A sigh involuntarily left her.
