Su Bei gave a bitter smile, sat beside her, propped up the pillow for her, and together they watched the afterglow of the sunset paint the evening sky.
Dan Wulan's fair wrist was held in his hand, radiating warmth in waves.
Gazing at Su Bei's profile, she felt a surge of sweetness overlaid with a touch of sorrow, leaving her momentarily perplexed, unsure of the mixed emotions brewing inside her.
After all, he wasn't hers alone.
When one is sick, their spirit becomes particularly fragile. This is true for everyone, whether the lofty Immortals, the nobles of the Mortal World, or ordinary people. It's very easy to develop a dependence on the person taking care of you, especially for women.
Dan Wulan was no exception, especially when her affection for him was beyond measure, and she certainly wasn't indecisive or weak-willed.
But at this moment, her mind was in turmoil.
Could she really accept sharing him with other women?
