Everyone thought that Zhong Lingling would be fine after taking her medicine, but before he left, he noticed she was still pale.
Sure enough, when Shen Zhixuan walked into Jingxiang Pavilion, Zhong Lingling, wanting to drink some water, accidentally fell off the bed with a 'bang,' which made Shen Zhixuan's heart skip a beat.
"Lingling...!"
Zhong Lingling was miserably hurt from the fall, but she instinctively protected her stomach every time, so even though she had bumped into many things over the past few days, her stomach had never been injured.
"Cousin, why have you come back again!"
"You're all by yourself here, I was a bit worried. Just as I turned around, I saw you fall. How could a person in good shape fall off the bed like that? You're really too careless!" Although Shen Zhixuan seemed to be scolding Zhong Lingling, his tone was full of tender concern.
"I was thirsty!"
