"But!"
"Don't worry!"
Lu Yinchu reached out to pull her. "The confession a few days ago was the biggest shock already. Now, it won't shock her!"
Lu Yinchu pushed open the door, and Nanxi's breath caught.
In the ward, Han Qing lay on her side with her eyes closed, very quiet and still.
Thinner than the last time Nanxi saw her, her face showed clear signs of illness, with deeper eye sockets, looking extremely frail and pitiful!
Hearing footsteps, Han Qing raised her head. When she saw the two of them, she paused and then her lips curved into a smile.
It was a pale smile, like a petal that could fall at any moment in the wind!
This Han Qing was visually so different that Nanxi found it hard to reconcile with the elegant and dignified beauty she used to be—it hardly seemed like the same person!
Han Qing's gaze shifted and finally settled on Lu Yinchu's face. With a weak voice, she said, "You've seen me at my ugliest now!"
