Su Yan reached out and took it.
Then, she carried the medicine bowl into the room.
As she reached the bedside, there was a click.
The light in the room was turned on by An Su at the door.
Su Yan just felt dazzled.
When she opened her eyes and placed the medicine bowl by the bedside.
Her gaze fell on Zheng Luan.
Then, her body froze.
It's only been a few days.
How could he become this thin?
His cheeks had sunken in, eye sockets exceptionally deep, a lot thinner than when she last saw him.
Looking at him now, he's close to being just skin and bones.
His chapped lips seemed to have cracked open from just speaking, dripping crimson blood.
The right arm that had been burned, originally treated and bandaged by the doctor, now completely undone.
The skin had a wrinkled appearance, as if roasted.
He lay there, exchanged a glance with Su Yan.
Then he saw Su Yan's tightly furrowed brows, lips pressed together.
He seemed disgusted by his current appearance.
