"No," Jian Shichu said, "I must apply the medicine myself or I won't be at ease. Otherwise, you'll do it hastily and carelessly, and the medicine won't work properly. What if you end up with lingering health issues?"
After having the medicine applied, I unknowingly fell asleep, and by the time I woke up, it was already afternoon.
When she woke up, she was somewhat disoriented. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jian Shichu leaning by the bed, reading a book.
The afternoon sunlight, golden and bright, poured in through the window, casting a gentle gold light over his face as beautiful as a deity's, making him look pure and celestial.
Ye Qingci stared at him, motionless.
Jian Shichu seemed to sense something, shifted his gaze from the magazine to her face, and softly smiled, "You're awake?"
