An Lan summoned all her strength, half-sat up, and looked toward the door. Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, weaving together a breathtaking scene of stark contrast between black and white, leaving one in awe.
Her gaze was fixed firmly on the entrance.
The man she had just been cursing silently in her mind—the despicable guy—was actually standing at the door?
She glared at Huo Zhanting, thinking it was a fierce and intimidating look.
Little did she realize that, at this moment, her gaze carried an unintentional tenderness, devoid of any deterrence. Instead, it was seductive, drawing him in like a hook.
Huo Zhanting's heart stirred as his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed. His voice, hoarse with emotion, broke the silence, "Lanlan, you're awake. Is your body feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Would you like some water? I had someone prepare red date and black chicken soup for you—it'll be ready by noon."
