She was indeed tired.
But she genuinely couldn't fall asleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see and feel was him.
His voice and smile, the last words he said to her in the cave, and that moment when he pushed her out with all his strength.
Whenever she thought of these, she wanted to cry.
"Zhao Junyao!"
"Tell me, you won't die!"
"I don't believe that was you!"
"That wasn't you, right?"
So what if she saw the body? It was in such a state, maybe it wasn't him?
Maybe Zhao Junqi had randomly found someone to replace him?
Who knows, considering how cunning father and son are.
At this point, Xia Ruqing still held a sliver of hope in her heart.
As she indulged in wild thoughts for a while,
she suddenly thought of something and with difficulty reached inside her clothes with her hands.
Disregarding chastity and shame, she clumsily fumbled inside with her bandaged hands.
After a moment, her eyes lit up.
'Found it!'
