Cheng Weiwan sensed He Jichen draw closer, but she sat unfazed, continuing to concentrate on helping Ji Yi take care of her wound.
Rather, it was Ji Yi who instinctively turned her head to look over at He Jichen. When she felt his gaze, she was completely stunned.
She didn't know when it happened, but the man's complexion had turned pale white. His face was completely erratic and disheveled.
His eyes were sharp and stern as he stared at the needle in Cheng Weiwan's hand like an enemy with a blood feud.
This man who was always calm and composed and never revealed his emotions on his face... To her surprise... He's capable of having such a chaotic expression?
She always thought the man who carried her all the way into the palace already lost it; she never imagined that he could have such crazed moments like this.
What's more, in this very moment, it was because... because of her.
Ji Yi's heart suddenly trembled incessantly.
