Cheng Mingyue was ill.
This time, it wasn't a pretense to gain sympathy; she was genuinely sick.
She hadn't been sick for a long time.
Lying on the bed, Cheng Mingyue, in a state of fever-induced delirium, thought hazily.
From the moment she was born, she was a Heavenly Proud Daughter, her father raising her like a precious treasure, so alert to any slightest movement that she never had an opportunity to fall ill.
Later on, she became a disciple of the number one martial arts master and the junior sister of the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, with even more people admiring her.
She recalled the last time she fell ill, which was several years ago.
It was merely a minor cold; the maidservants in the residence hustling and bustling, her father attending to her tirelessly, even inviting several renowned doctors from the itinerant world.
In the entire Martial World, who didn't envy her, Fairy Ming Yue?
But now?
