The auntie went to fetch a water cup, wanting to pour a cup of warm water for the lady to soothe her throat, only to find that the cup was already empty. Turning around, she saw the gentleman standing not far in front of her.
Dust-covered and travel-weary, his clear and handsome face bore a hint of fatigue, with obvious water stains on his black shirt.
Even now, the gentleman still carried an outstanding demeanor, yet it was one of the rare times the household servants had seen him so disheveled.
"Sir!" the auntie nearly exclaimed aloud.
Shen Chaoxi was utterly exhausted and, not caring about hygiene, leaned against the cold wall to close her eyes and rest for a moment.
Suddenly, a familiar scent of wood flooded her nostrils, an aroma that even the disinfectant in the hospital corridor couldn't mask.
Shen Chaoxi opened her eyes slightly and had already guessed he was back; still, upon seeing those deep-set eyes with evident bloodshot, she showed disbelief.