The shadows in the room flickered, illuminated by the wavering candlelight.
Wei Zhao sat by the bedside.
Yu Tingwan, lying on the bed, had yet to awaken; her face was as pale as paper, her brow slightly furrowed as if trapped in an ordeal.
A tear slowly slid from the corner of her eye, silently absorbed by her dark hair at the temple.
Before the teardrop dried, another quietly rolled down.
Wei Zhao's gaze was deep and solemn; his aura was cold and faint. Yet when he used a handkerchief to gently wipe her tears, his movements were extremely tender, as if afraid to disturb her.
The door creaked open, bringing in a gust of hot wind from outside.
Jiasan entered first, unable to hide the worry on her face.
"Still hasn't woken up? What did the doctor say?"
Behind her were Gu Fuju and Gu Wu.
Gu Fuju looked displeased: "How did she fall into the pond? Aren't there guards skilled in martial arts around her?"
"How did you manage to take care of her?"
