Jun Yan lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "She doesn't know, and don't tell her."
Murong Xiang blinked, "Why not tell her? Afraid she'll despise you if she knows about your illness?"
"That's not the case."
Jun Yan responded dismissively and then stepped into the living room.
This time, he proactively instructed the servants to prepare the medicine, and once it was ready, to bring it to his room for him to drink.
He returned to his room, took off his coat, placed it on the sofa, and then sat down, casually undoing two buttons, his legs slightly spread open in a relaxed posture, his back deeply sunk into the sofa.
His head tilted slightly, gaze directed at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, as he recalled the events of last night and the lingering scent of cold plum around him.
He wondered... if the scent from her was so irresistible that it made him fall asleep beside her, completely unguarded.
More than that, he didn't even know how he fell asleep.
