Seraphina lowered her gaze, her voice tinged with a heavy nasal tone. "Yes, Young Master."
She pulled the curtains tightly shut and carefully tucked the blanket around him.
Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Ryan suddenly grasped it.
"A Ying, thank you."
His eyes were closed as he spoke. If they were open, he would have seen how just those simple words made her eyes instantly brim with tears.
"… Young Master, please rest well. I’ll… head out now."
Ryan nodded slightly and let go of her hand.
Seraphina walked out of the bedroom, pressing the hand he had just held against her chest as tears silently streamed down her face.
Ever since she learned that he had been poisoned, she hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep.
She never dared to hope that he would love her the way he loved
