In the dimly lit inner chamber, a light occasionally shone.
Little Ai stood inside the room, her face fraught with distress as she gazed at the medicinal ingredients scattered all over the floor, her expression reaching the peak of perplexity.
She looked up to see Du Fei, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly regulating his breath. For a moment, she didn't know what to feel.
It seemed that her young master had changed beyond her recognition. In less than half a year, what he knew and understood had grown so vast that it felt completely out of her league.
Would she still have a place by his side after such a transformation?
After zoning out briefly, Little Ai quickly banished these thoughts from her mind. Such ideas were utterly inappropriate.
"What's wrong?"
On the bed, Du
