She pursed her lips, hardly able to find anything different.
After climbing the stairs, Emperor Quan took off her shoes and covered her with a blanket before he straightened up.
"Rest for a bit, I'll have Aunt Li bring your meal up."
She nodded slightly and gave a soft 'mm', as if to agree or to comply, but her voice lacked any hint of emotional fluctuation.
Emperor Quan's expression cooled, his lips moved but then pressed tightly together again.
In the bedroom, the affection of bygone days lingered, yet now it had succumbed to a peculiar silence.
Seeing that Zhan Se remained silent for a long time, Emperor Quan furrowed his brow and made an irrelevant remark.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, have you ever considered that you might also be sick?"
Lifting her eyelids, Zhan Se looked at him. His lips curved slightly as he added.
"An occupational disease."
Zhan Se twitched the corners of her mouth and buried her head into the pillow, not speaking anymore.
