As soon as Jing Haohao's voice stopped, respectful greetings could be heard from the doorway, "Mr. Chen."
Jing Haohao turned instinctively, seeing Liang Chen standing upright at the doorway of the bedroom. He didn't make a sound or nod at the greeting gestures of the busy servants in the room. His pair of deep, glossy-black eyes were fixed straight on Jing Haohao.
Having only recently recovered from a serious illness, she appeared more fragile than usual. Her originally small face looked even thinner now, pale without color, accentuating her large bright eyes which seemed even bigger and brighter.
Her gaze fell on him for a brief moment, shock emanating from her eyes at first, then turning into a sense of cold apathy. She gradually closed her eyes as if she didn't want to see him at all.
Liang Chen stood at the doorway for a moment, then moved slowly into the room, stopping by the bed and sitting down.
