Jiang Wang had to confront his own inner self. Indeed, his body was extremely weak, his limbs exhausted and powerless, but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't even open his eyes to observe his surroundings. He kept thinking about all sorts of trivial issues to avoid letting his mind idle, which was actually a form of escape.
Because he did remember those eyes, he knew the person who saved him...
Who it was.
He had always been someone with his own opinions, knowing what he should and shouldn't do. But he had to admit that this reunion under such circumstances left him not knowing how to face it, especially since the other person just saved him...
But he had to face it anyway.
...
Yu Zhen stood by the bedside, hands behind her back, bending over.
The monk's hat concealed her lovely hair, and a half-face mask painted with Bodhi branches covered her nose and lips, but her incredibly enchanting eyes displayed their beauty without hindrance.
