Contrary to Mr. Ye's indifference, the woman first gave Qiu Juan a beautiful and radiant smile. Shi Ran moved with her long legs and led Qiu Juan away from the house that had been charred by fire; it had already become ruins.
When Ye Fengsheng awoke, he found himself standing slowly before the large pale-yellow ceiling, feeling the fatigue and numbness in his body, his eyes involuntarily twitching.
The spasms seemed to have stopped, but they still left him somewhat uncomfortable.
It was hard for his body to adapt to the pain. He slowly turned his head, looked around the exquisitely decorated room, a temporary perplexed expression on his face.
"You're awake," the door was pushed open, and a tall woman placed pottery behind the bedside table, saying to Ye Feng in a careless tone: "Drink it yourself."
"You..."
Ye Fengsheng glanced at her askew and said: "What are you doing here?"
