The sharpness in Huo Feng's voice froze the room. But the damage was already done. The scalding tea had already soaked through the bandages on Yue Ning's leg.
A sharp hiss escaped her lips before she bit it back, her nails digging into the armrest as a wave of pain coursed through her.
"Enough." Huo Feng's grip tightened around Yue Chen's wrist, his gaze turning frigid. "Look at what you've done."
Yue Chen paled. "I… I didn't mean—" She stammered.
Her excuse was cut off by Yue Wan's laughter. "Didn't mean it? Cousin, even the servants saw your hand. No one here believes it was a mistake."
The room stayed silent, the weight of her words pressing harder than the scalding tea.
Huo Feng crouched by Yue Ning's side, carefully peeling back the soaked bandages. His jaw tightened at the sight of reddened, blistering skin beneath. She hadn't recovered, and now she was scalded by hot tea.
