Song Jingchen carefully pried her hand away bit by bit and comforted her softly, "Can you accompany me in to change my clothes first?"
"Yes, change your clothes. Not only do you have to change your clothes, but you also have to take a shower." Shen Yijia finally regained some rationality. She grabbed Song Jingchen's hand tightly and walked home.
After regaining his freedom, Ma San fell to the ground. He did not dare to stay any longer and scrambled to escape.
A pair of brocade boots stopped in front of him.
"Arrest him."
At night, the strong wind and heavy rain crackled against the window lattice. The candlelight swayed, illuminating the dim room, but it could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of the people in the room.
Although Ji Luo had already prescribed medicine for Song Jingchen to drink and made him soak in the medicinal bath, Shen Yijia still couldn't relax.
