She was still asleep, her long, seaweed-like hair spread out on the pillow, contrasting with her red dress and fair skin, making her look exceptionally beautiful.
Huo Yanhui let out a low murmur of admiration.
He Jingyao's gaze turned cold: "You two go wait in the room."
Huo Yanhui was reluctant: "What if you need us?"
"That's why I'm asking you to wait in the room. I'll call you if I need you." He Jingyao gave him a cold glance.
Huo Yanhui touched his nose, hesitated, and was pulled away by Huo Yanzhao.
In the surveillance, Zhixi remained motionless, only her full chest slightly rising and falling.
He Jingyao's gaze was dark yet soft.
However, his slightly clenched hands betrayed his tension.
No one knows how long it took, but the person on the bed finally moved.
She opened her eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked around at her surroundings.
Her bewildered expression made He Jingyao's heart clench tightly.
