The herbal bath needs to be soaked for an hour.
By the time Wei Zhao returned from next door, it was already very late.
His features were naturally clear and sparse, his hair jet-black like lacquer. Whether from the heat or the nourishing effect of the medicinal bath, a slight flush now colored his once pale face.
He merely had Shunzi escort him to the door, then pushed in, closing it behind him.
The room was warmed by a charcoal fire. The young lady sat in a wooden chair, dozing off, her head nodding downward bit by bit.
It seemed she was about to bump her head on the table.
Wei Zhao wanted to catch her.
But he really... couldn't move quickly.
"Yu Tingwan."
Just as he called out.
He watched helplessly as the young lady's head fell heavily, hitting the huanghuali wood table.
A 'thud' sounded.
Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched heavily.
Yu Tingwan was jolted awake by the pain.
She clutched her head, gasping, tears welling in her eyes.
