Pear garden.
"Madam hasn't awakened yet? The room is breezy, and the smell of alcohol has dissipated; I've fed her the hangover tea several times already."
Yicui fretfully moved in and out.
Finally, there was a stir from the inner room. She rushed in swiftly and lifted the canopy curtain.
The woman on the couch had her eyes half-opened at some point, staring blankly at the top of the canopy.
The bell made of jade had a delicate and well-measured glossiness. With a slight sway in the breeze, it sounded crisply.
This...
The girl's eyes gleamed for a moment as she slowly turned her head, her gaze landing on Yicui who had her hair combed into twin flat buns.
She's back?
Shen Hua sincerely sighed with relief, her lips just forming a smile, about to say something, when suddenly a heart-wrenching, bone-aching pain surged throughout her body.
The girl's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, and cold sweat beaded her forehead.
