Agarwood Pavilion, inner room.
Xie Jingchen fainted on the bed.
Su Jin sat by the bed, holding his hand, her eyes red.
It was as if if Xie Jingchen died, she would follow him, a look full of deep affection.
Once the maids in the room left.
Just as Su Jin was about to let go, Xie Jingchen grasped her hand tightly.
As soon as his hand moved, Su Jin was pulled onto him.
"What are you doing?" Su Jin asked anxiously.
The door wasn't closed.
The maids could come in at any time.
Xie Jingchen gazed at her and said, "Seeing you cry so sadly, I can't help but want to comfort you."
Su Jin, "...."
Comfort, my foot.
She was just carried away by the Old Madam's acting skills.
She got slightly immersed when acting.
Su Jin blinked and said, "How does my acting compare to the Old Madam's?"
Xie Jingchen, "...."
"Far too inferior," Xie Jingchen said.
"...."
Is the gap really that wide?
Su Jin struggled to get up, but Xie Jingchen wouldn't let her.
