"Xinying, the wound on your neck seems to have healed."
In the room where Zhang Xinying was staying, Shangguan Yue looked at Zhang Xinying's neck with a face full of surprise and said.
"Really?"
Zhang Xinying instinctively reached for the wound, only to feel patches of dried blood scabs.
Zhang Xinying quickly got up from the chair on the balcony, and Shangguan Yue followed suit, saying:
"Xinying, let me help you."
Then Shangguan Yue used a towel soaked in warm water to wipe off the bloodstains on Zhang Xinying's neck.
Looking at her fair neck in the mirror, Zhang Xinying's face lit up with a charming smile and said:
"I knew he could do it."
Shangguan Yue stood to the side, holding the towel.
She looked at Zhang Xinying's happy expression in the mirror, a faint sense of loss suddenly flashed through her heart.
However, Shangguan Yue still smiled happily and said:
"I told you so."
"Feng Hua has never disappointed anyone."
Zhang Xinying chuckled and then said:
