"It's me!"
A soft voice tinged with a hint of nervousness reached Gu Ning's ears.
Upon hearing the voice, Gu Ning hurriedly endured the pain and got up from the bed to look at the visitor.
The visitor was none other than Jing Shu.
The night was misty, and there was only one lamp lit in the room, making it quite dim. The light and shadows enveloped the woman, making it hard to discern her expression, but it somehow added a touch of gracefulness to her!
Graceful?
Cough! Cough!
Gu Ning was startled by this word that suddenly popped into his mind.
Crazy!
How could Jing Shu, that girl, be associated with gracefulness? No way, not a bit!
Jing Shu had no idea what Gu Ning was thinking that made him cough like that. She placed the medicinal concoction in her hands on the table and stepped forward to pat Gu Ning's back.
And asked with concern, "Does this feel better?"
