Chapter 385 Red Rain

After Xiao Lingqiu left, Jiang Shouzhong, feeling bored, decided to knock on the door of the neighboring room belonging to Fang.

Inside, the old servant Mo Bailing was giving Fang a herbal foot bath.

Due to long-term reliance on a wheelchair, Fang's legs appeared unusually skinny and were slightly atrophied, with a pale blueish tinge to the skin.

The entire room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

"To be honest, you should find a pretty maid to attend to you personally."

Jiang Shouzhong joked.

Fang chuckled softly: "I'm not as charming as Jiang Shouzhong, surrounded by women. Which woman in the world would fancy a cripple like me?"

"Some people don't care about appearances, only the inner self matters."

Jiang Shouzhong casually picked up a collection of poems from the table.

Strangely, it was a children's primer poetry book, and some characters in the poems were deliberately erased, making the originally smooth verses awkward to read.

Fang looked at him earnestly: