Shangguan Xiu pushed open the door and walked in. As expected, he saw An Xiaomian, who had been nowhere to be found before, now quietly sitting at the bedside. In the light, her complexion wasn't pale; instead, she appeared a bit rosy.
Seeing her like this, Shangguan Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been worried that she might be seriously ill.
But seeing her rosy complexion, he thought she probably wasn't too sick.
Still, he hurried into the bedroom, closed the door, and walked to the side table, placing down the porridge, medicine, milk, and clear water. Then he beckoned to her with a solemn tone, "Come here!"
In fact, from the moment Shangguan Xiu entered, An Xiaomian had turned to look at him. Their gazes met with such ambiguity, tangled and tenderly entwined together.
At this moment, seeing him beckon her over.
