The word "love" was the most tormenting of all, he himself had once suffered deeply because of it, so he naturally understood Rong Qinglei's feelings at this moment.
The palace servants placed Yue Mingxuan on a soft couch not far from Rong Qinglei.
Even then, Rong Qinglei found it insufficient and insisted that the couch be moved right next to the bed.
Because the silver needles had been removed, Yue Mingxuan did not take long to wake up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Rong Qinglei's concerned gaze. "Mingxuan, are you feeling better?"
Several hours of deep sleep left Yue Mingxuan somewhat dazed. "I… where am I?"
"Miracle Doctor Gongsun said you were overwhelmed by emotional distress and used acupuncture to let you rest for a while," Rong Qinglei said as he straightened up and helped Yue Mingxuan a bit, so he could lean more comfortably.
