Anning's pov
The physician finally left after giving Wanqing a few last instructions. Once the door slid shut behind him, the room settled into a comfortable silence.
Lanzhin glanced at me, a small smile appearing on her face. "You actually look amazing with your hair like this."
My hand went instinctively to the ends of my hair. It barely reached my shoulders now, the uneven strands framing my face instead of falling down my back as they once had. Most of it had been badly burned, leaving little choice but to cut it.
"I'll have to get used to it," I muttered.
Lanzhin nodded once, before turning back to Wanqing, "Young miss, do you need help taking a bath?"
Wanqing tilted her head slightly before saying, "Mm, no. I have a personal slave for that, don't I?"
That answer made Lanzhin glance back at me, I didn't stare at her but had my gaze fixed on Wanqing's reflection in the mirror.
