When Gu Shaocheng entered, he happened to see her covering herself with a blanket. He snickered, gently closed the door, but didn't head towards her; instead, he went to a changing room.
Feeling guilty, Chenxing didn't dare make a noise, feigning sleep under the blanket.
When he came out of the dressing room, his eyes fell on the slightly raised blanket, he was surprised. How come she was so skinny? It was as if there was no prominent rise and fall of the blanket even with her lying beneath it.
A sudden anger filled him. What had the servants been doing? How could they have allowed Chenxing to become so emaciated, and not report it?
Chenxing, hidden beneath the blanket, felt itchier now. She wanted to scratch, but her fingers were wrapped like small dumplings, making her pout in frustration.
She didn't even know if the person who just entered had left or not.
