Feng Jiao Xue's pale figure lay motionless on the bed, her skin pale as paper and her cheeks gaunt, her limbs skin and bones. She looks as pitiful as she intended to be.
Mo Tianze watched the two before reluctantly going outside to let his master's plow play out.
Feng Haoyang's heart twisted with guilt and helplessness as he sat by her bedside, holding her hand. His usually carefree demeanor was replaced by a furrowed brow and clenched fists. As the fourth son, he was free to roam wherever the winds carried him, unshackled by the burdens of duty and responsibility. He grew up without much pressure since his big brothers excelled in almost everything and he never cared about that because he was loved by his family still. This only allowed him to do as he wishes.
Yet now, faced with his niece's state, he found himself questioning everything.
