Afterwards, she continued to devote herself to music.
She loved the piano, the violin.
The sounds of these instruments could soothe the wounds in her heart.
But after all, she was a tender woman, and she needed a warm embrace. If only someone could cherish her as Gong Heng did Mu Mian, she wouldn't have to suffer so much.
She didn't blame Gong Heng, nor did she have the ability to.
When she was kidnapped and teetering between life and death, Gong Heng had been exiled abroad and had been powerless to help. But she always believed that if Gong Heng had been there, he would never have stood by idly.
Yun Chunxue said softly, "Aheng, make sure Mianmian gets some good rest. Sweating a bit when she has a fever is good, wrapping her up in more blankets should help her get better."
Gong Heng's brows remained tightly furrowed, but he still snugly wrapped her up in the blankets. She was really too frail; the slightest disturbance could injure her.
