Fu Chi shifted his gaze, not stepping further into the sickroom, instead just watching the scene inside through the window, his dark eyes locking onto that silhouette.
It was unclear what he was thinking about.
Jiang Ruan looked at Yun Qianshu on the bed, sleeping with closed eyes and a furrowed brow.
She seemed to be undergoing some kind of torment, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Below her closed eyelids, her eyes were wheeling around, thoroughly agitated, her entire being steeped in a state of self-isolation.
Jiang Ruan furrowed her brow gently, walked over and stood by the bed. She held the girl's hand, "Yun Qianshu?"
Yun Qianshu's eyes sprang open.
Her chest heaved violently, heavy breathing sounds emitting from her throat, her wide eyes filled with bloodshot streaks, conveying fear and despair.
"Was it a nightmare?"
Jiang Ruan furrowed her brow, her hand gripping the girl's.
