Her heart lurched, not with tenderness, but with a raw, consuming intensity. Her fingers twitched, reaching for him instinctively.
"Master Jin… no… no..." Her hoarse voice trembled as she gently slapped her mouth; her voice echoed, but with possession rather than fear. "My dear husband... Honey..."
The words made the doctors and guards exchange uneasy glances, and at the same time, shocked. The head physician shot his assistant a warning look, silencing him before he could speak some nonsense.
A maid stepped forward, hands trembling as she balanced a basin of warm water for her to clean up her face. Bowing low, she whispered, "Young Miss, allow me to..."
"Out." Yueyao's gaze snapped toward her, cold and commanding, a sharp break from her former gentleness, timid and kind being.
The maid froze, eyes darting helplessly to Jin Shuren who was sleeping on the chair.
One of the guards shifted uneasily. "Madam, perhaps...."
