The smell was faint. If you were not paying attention, you would not notice it at all.
The faintly discernible fragrance was delightful.
Qin Shu sat quietly at the side like her previous visits, watching Gu Yan check Jun Li's pulse.
They had long known about Jun Li's condition and the effects it entailed.
There was nothing they could do but treat his symptoms as best they could.
Gu Yan knew this; she knew this. The only thing she could do was pray Jun Li would pull through.
Checking Jun Li's pulse, Gu Yan was struck by how thin Jun Li's wrist was. Jun Li's wrist was much more delicate than his - considering his wrist was the average circumference of a man's, it said a lot about Jun Li's condition.
