Yu Wenxu's gaze flickered between clarity and obscurity before he finally spoke up
"Su Yan?"
It seemed as if he was confirming something.
He just looked at the girl in front of him, nodding seriously
"It's me."
Suddenly, the sharpness and edge in Yu Wenxu's eyes gradually receded.
He closed his eyes and gripped her hand more tightly.
Then he coughed several times, appearing even weaker.
Su Yan saw that he was unwilling to let go of her.
She signaled to someone nearby
"You push him back to the mansion."
"Yes, Miss."
The group came with an aggressive momentum and left in a grand procession.
In the Prince Mansion.
The bedroom.
The Imperial Physician bowed his head, trembling as he applied and wrapped the bandages.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy and silent for a time.
Su Yan sat on the pearwood chair beside her.
Watching the Imperial Physician's movements.
Yu Wenxu leaned against the head of the bed, his face pale, his eyes downcast, absorbed in thought.
