At this thought, her gaze turned cold.
*
The maids soon brought over a set of clothes. It was a smoky-blue blouse and skirt set embroidered with floral sprigs, looking ethereal and beautiful… just like Xie Mi's style.
She smiled faintly. "Is this all you have?"
The maid replied, "Only the Second Young Miss has a new set of clothes. There are no others. If we were to have a new one made, there wouldn't be enough time."
Shen Huoshui raised a slender eyebrow. "Has she been informed?"
"The Second Young Miss knows. She didn't say anything." To be precise, she couldn't speak.
For days, the Second Young Miss, Xie Mi, had been bedridden with grave injuries. With no doctor to treat her, she was on the verge of death. How could she possibly have the strength to speak?
Shen Huoshui glanced at the clothes and reluctantly changed into them.
