Lu Family Mansion, 19:05;
Rong Xinghe stepped into her brother's home, her pace deliberate, almost heavy, eyes lowered to the polished floor as though the weight in her chest made it impossible to look up.
God. She just wanted to vanish into her room.
A hot bath, a few uninterrupted hours of sleep, and a plate of real food—that was all she needed to feel human again.
The Xi siblings had tended to her tirelessly, almost reverently, yet the weakness still clung stubbornly to her bones. On her way here, she'd had to pull over to the roadside—three times—just to steady her breathing and gather enough strength to continue.
"Hello, Princess." Mo Zixuan's voice carried warmth as he rose from the couch, a smile tugging at his lips when he spotted her.
