Although the pain in her stomach had subsided after returning from the hospital, Lu Xia was still overcome with a deep weariness. It was the kind of exhaustion that couldn't be shaken off no matter how much she rested, leaving her perpetually drained of energy.
Graces escorted her back to her room and tucked a pillow behind her. "You should rest for a bit. I'll bring dinner up to you when it's ready."
Lu Xia nodded. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry."
But despite what Lu Xia said, she didn't look well. In fact, she was excessively pale. Even her lips, which were usually a healthy pink, were drained of color.
Yet even so, the young female showed no sign of vulnerability.
Somehow, it made one's heart soften.
Graces had seen all sorts of females, but he had never met one as considerate as Lu Xia—so considerate it was heartbreaking.
