She instantly lifted her gaze.
The man leaned against the door frame, his almond-shaped eyes staring straight at her.
The moment she raised her head, her gaze met his. Song Yi shivered all over, his deep, dark eyes seemed like clouds impenetrable by sunlight.
Clearly, he was angry.
Song Yi's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak.
But her first instinct was to hide, and she stood up abruptly. The nurse was applying medicine to her, and with such a movement, the cotton swab instantly poked her ear.
"Mmm—" Song Yi cried out in pain, with tears in her eyes, her heart tightened, and she immediately covered her ear.
"Oh no, why are you moving around, are you okay?" The nurse looked at Song Yi with a bit of panic.
She knew that Song Yi was delicate and important, a person of significance.
The woman was dazzling and exquisite, merging a captivating grace, filled with elegance and presence.
