"You!" Yu Ying stared at Shen Yanxiao in disbelief.
She was well aware of the severity of Shen Yanxiao's injuries that day. Yu Ying herself had the fruit of the Tree of Life as her life-saving grace, but the wound on her neck still had yet to fully heal. Shen Yanxiao's injuries were not any lighter than hers, so why was she acting as if she was not injured?
"Miss Yu Ying, you still recognize me? It's such an honor." Shen Yanxiao walked to Yu Ying's bed and propped herself against the wall with one hand. She leaned forward and smiled as she stared at the deathly pale Yu Ying.
Her current appearance was practically no different from a thief that broke into a woman's room.
