It was she who broke his heart, so... now he wouldn't believe her anymore?
She really was a bad woman. A selfish, bad woman.
"Master Cheng..." She opened her lips, wanting to explain that what she had just said wasn't a comfort but the truth, but before she could finish, Yan Cheng interrupted her.
"Leave, and thank Madam Nan for me," he said, waving his hand dismissively.
Lan Xu froze for a moment, wanting to say more, but fearing she might expose herself if she said too much, she had no choice but to nod.
Just as she turned around and prepared to leave... the sound of the man coughing suddenly echoed behind her.
Startled, she stopped in her tracks and turned around.
Yan Cheng was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand covering his lips, his alluringly beautiful face pale at that moment.
From where she stood, she could clearly see his back.
The white shirt, creased and wrinkled, was soaked with blood.
