She wasn't sure if Yu Yanshen had heard what she said, but at this moment, her heart seemed to be beating for more than just that.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and their eyes met in an instant.
Twenty-four days without seeing each other—
The man's gaze was deep, as if his jawline had become even more defined during his recent severe illness. He was wearing a loose housecoat over his shoulders, his hair still wet, clinging to his forehead.
He was stunningly handsome to an inexpressible degree.
His gaze lingered on Yao Qing for a long time, as if he were pondering something, or as if he were affirming the truth of the matter.
The woman didn't notice anything unusual. She walked up to Yu Yanshen and handed him the medicine she was holding.
"Yanshen... I brought you some medicine."
Yanshen...
Enough to make one cringe, the exact kind of cheesiness the man enjoyed.