His tone lowered further, steel hidden under restraint. "You have to do it discreetly and immediately. She needs urgent medical care." He actually hadn't thought she would be in such a state, without treatment, she won't recover.
He couldn't watch her wallow away...
When the line went silent, he stood alone in the corridor, his expression unreadable in the dim light, save for the faintest flicker of resolve hardening in his gaze.
Everything needed a first step and all will be well...
The hallway was quiet, the door to Yueyao's room shut behind him.
For a moment, Jin Shuren lingered there, his hand still resting on the polished wood, as though the warmth of that fragile scene inside could seep through his skin.
The image was burned into him, Yueyao's weary body curled protectively around Yueqin's, a mother and a daughter finally breathing in unison, asleep in each other's arms. Finding comfort in their arms.
