Perhaps being ill made a person more vulnerable, and with Ling Lihua's care, the emotional barrier she had maintained up until now started to show signs of collapse.
She lowered her head a little uneasily to avoid showing Ling Lihua how flustered she was.
Ling Lihua knew how she felt, but she tactfully chose not to point it out.
"Get some rest." She rose to her feet, but seeing that Chu Jiu's hair was still tied up, she suddenly lifted her hand and pulled out the hair stick securing her updo.
Her silky jet-black hair cascaded down her back, making her face appear even smaller than it already was.
She had always dressed in men's clothes and worn her hair in a male updo. She had hardly ever let her hair down.
Now with her hair hanging loose, her glacial aura seemed to melt away a little, adding a few touches of gentle beauty to her.
Chu Jiu gaped at Ling Lihua in bewilderment.
