Shaochen had already stepped inside, his suit impeccably tailored, his presence exceptionally charming.
As he entered, he closed the door behind him.
Nangong Zhongli merely widened her eyes and watched him. Her face appeared even paler than the wall behind her, and instinctively she tugged at the edge of the blanket, trying to cover her legs.
But in fact, the blanket was well covering her body, from the outside, one couldn't tell she had already lost a leg.
Still, she held tightly onto the blanket, seemingly afraid someone might pull it away at this moment, exposing the emptiness where her leg should have been to Shaochen.
That would make her wish to die immediately.
Shaochen looked at her too, a gentle smile playing on his face, stepping to the bedside.
"What? Don't want to see me?"
Nangong Zhongli's lips moved; she was still holding the bouquet of orchids. But she didn't utter a word.
"Do you still like these flowers? I remember you said you liked orchids."
