It was as if Xiang Yimo was her parents, the most trustworthy person to her.
She didn't need anyone else to believe in her, just him!
She concentrated as much as she could, staring into Xiang Yimo's eyes.
Without any hesitation, Xiang Yimo tenderly wiped the tears from Zhong Lingling's face, and nodded firmly, "I believe you!"
Zhong Lingling's tears continued to fall, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
The next second, she fell into unconsciousness.
...
When Zhong Lingling regained consciousness, it was already dark.
Before she even opened her eyes, she could hear someone talking near her.
It was the voice of her master, Doctor Zhao: "Third Young Master, the location of the young madam's injury is rather private, so the task of applying the medicine will be left to you!"
The room was deathly silent, and after several seconds, Xiang Yimo quietly said, "I, I can!"
His voice sounded somewhat nervous, as if laced with a hint of shyness.