Zhixi watched his figure disappear into the room, not coming to her senses for a long time.
After a good while, she came to her senses and felt shy, quickly getting dressed and changing the stained bedsheet, the heat on her face never fading throughout.
Someone seemed to be getting more and more lewd...
No, he had always been lewd!
Zhixi gritted her teeth thinking about it, yet a smile couldn't help but spill across her face involuntarily.
...Although he still refused to admit it, at least he hadn't given up on her, that much she was certain of.
Moreover, his illness had healed, which meant that she would no longer hurt him...
Compared to this, nothing else mattered.
After taking a bath, Zhixi returned to her room without feeling the slightest bit sleepy, her emotions fluctuating between the joy and daze of dreams coming true and the uncertain fate of Lu Qixi.
At the same time, she couldn't help but be curious... How did He Jingyao's illness get cured?
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