The wound on her shoulder was burning with pain, but compared to the wounds on her body, she still felt a little more sorry for Yi Qianru.
In the middle of the day, Su Wen made some simple dishes and brought them over. No one had an appetite to eat. After barely eating a few mouthfuls, they put down the bowls and chopsticks.
Si Yaya made some rice soup and used a spoon to feed Hongyu half a bowl of soup. The Hongyu on the bed looked much better than last night. Zhu Huaiyu came in to take her pulse. "Miss Hongyu should be awake today. Miss Si, don't worry."
Si Yaya nodded and went out with her bowl to look for Yi Qianxun. He had already recovered. He stood next to the corpses of the assassins with his inky black hair. The wind by the river blew over, making his clothes flutter. He didn't
