The night deepened, and Su Liang brought hot water into Yan Shiba's room.
This place was usually for receiving patients, with a simple screen handmade by Ning Jing. There was a table and chair outside and a bed inside.
As she went past the screen, she saw Yan Shiba lying in bed with her eyes open, quiet, wooden, and lifeless.
At the sight of Su Liang, she seemed to have pressed a button and suddenly came to life, her voice soft and tender, "Sister Liang."
Su Liang frowned, "If you don't want to talk, you don't have to, there's no need to be so exaggerated."
Yan Shiba's eyes flickered, and her smile grew even warmer, "What kind of style does Sister Liang like? Tell me, I can do it all."
Su Liang shook her head, "Since you're not an assassin for now, just rest."
Yan Shiba's eyes gradually deepened, "You saved me for the first time because we had a common enemy, and it was to your advantage if I killed Yan Sui. What are you after this time?"