The room went quiet again, but Ye Rui's heart could not find peace. The fever had subsided, and her mind was gradually clearing, causing many past events to resurface—good, bad, suspicious, touching.
Putting aside the incident where Leng Shaoqing went to see Ji Yan that night, he had truly treated her well.
But no matter how well he treated her, it couldn't outweigh the fact that he didn't love her, which was already fatal.
Ye Rui had only lain down for a while when a housemaid knocked at the door, bringing in a nutritious and lavish dinner by her bedside.
"Madam, the master has asked you to eat something."
"I don't want to eat; take it away," said Ye Rui, turning her head aside, her arm still feeling the chill from the IV drip.
The housemaid was distressed. "Madam, the master said if I don't coax you into eating, he will fire me."
