Rong Sheng lowered her eyes, "I know."
The world did not know, but she had been by Su Yingxue's side, and saw everything clearly; Su Yingxue performed better than ever, no less than a modern doctor.
She could even say that she exceeded Long Shuli.
But her current weakness and powerlessness… Rong Sheng could understand it even more.
Because the person operated on was Chu Yihan.
He was the love of her life.
Su Yingxue cried until she was exhausted; it was Rong Sheng who helped her back to her room, cautious not to see Chu Yihan for fear that she would not wake up.
The next day, Su Yingxue changed into clean clothes, wearing an embroidered peach-flowered red dress and went to Chu Yihan's room. Su Yingxue took a deep breath standing at the door, let her body fill with strength before crossing the threshold.
The morning sunlight, in strands and tendrils, shone in, carrying a few wisps of fragrant scent that made one irresistible to reach out and grab.
