On the vintage wooden bed, surrounded by drapes on all sides, most of Long Wushe's face was shrouded in shadow.
Sunlight touched only the edge of his cheek, tracing a golden arc. In the golden sunlight, even the fine fuzz on his face could be seen clearly.
Yan Zhi sat on the bed, her fingers clutching the blanket covering her legs, and Long Wushe spoke to her again:
"I have arranged for your parents to stay in a private hospital under my name, so that they won't be found by Long Yinghua's men.
To ensure your parents' safety, you can't visit them yet, nor make a fuss. For your personal safety, Wushe invites Miss Yan to stay at the Bodhi Courtyard for a few days."
Yan Zhi swallowed, "What's the compensation?"
"Hmm? My Bodhi Courtyard surpasses a seven-star hotel, but I don't charge."
"Is Third Master Long rescuing me out of goodwill?" Yan Zhi asked him.
She naturally didn't believe it. In this world, who would be so kind without reason?
