Gu Jingchen's voice was warm and gentle, laced with a refined politeness. His lips curved into a faint smile, exuding the elegance and clarity unique to a scion of an illustrious family.
"Oh, thank you."
Zhou Xingyan responded with a faint, pale smile, her long, dark lashes casting shadows as they lowered. She glanced at the medical advice clasped in her pale palm. The handwriting was strong yet impeccably neat—though unsigned, it was unmistakably his. Three full pages, outlining every little detail with meticulous care. It was, perhaps, the most comprehensive set of medical instructions in the world.
A sharp pain twisted in her heart, spreading uncontrollably, making even breathing feel like a luxury. Zhou Xingyan tilted her head back slightly, refusing to let tears fall, forcing herself into a stubborn, defiant smile.
