The person on the bed was still lying there, seemingly asleep, looking peaceful, but their face was pale, and the originally plump cheeks were gone, leaving only a sharp chin, looking especially frail.
Sikong Ling reached out and gently caressed Su Wenyue's face a few times, and even though it was the first time he had done this, it felt as if he had done it a thousand times before. A sense of genuine satisfaction surged in his heart. Continuing this way, he would fall into a trap, unable to give up. However, since Han Yu lacked the ability and had let the person slip away, this time he would not let go. But he still didn't know Lady Yue's condition, did he?