Leng Yu Yan stood frozen on the spot, her stunning smile stiffening, the curve of her lips taut.
In an instant, she let out a piercing scream, her hands frantically wrapping around her chest as she burst into loud sobs.
Ye Yiheng was also stunned, hurriedly pulling a blanket over to cover her.
Even after he had wrapped her in the blanket, the sight that he had just witnessed was etched deep into his mind, overlaying the image he had seen in the water before.
"What I saw in the water was exactly this."
He spoke honestly, his voice deep and husky.
Leng Yu Yan cried uncontrollably, her delicate shoulders trembling slightly.
At the time of the drowning, she had been wearing the fine garments gifted by Consort Xian, which were heavy and had a wide neckline. When she was unconscious in the water, she consciously grabbed at her collar, but in her unconscious state, she couldn't guarantee what might have been exposed.
