In a boudoir, the fragrant snow-white gauze curtain was fluttering with the breeze, through which, one could indistinctly see a beautiful girl lying in bed.
The girl was pale and silent, and her breath was so faint as if her body was going to break into pieces at any moment.
Looking at the girl's bloodless face, Yun Qingya felt his heart miss a beat, his dark eyes filled with guilt. If it weren't for him, Ning Xin would not be injured...
"Her condition is not very serious."
As if feeling the guilt and worry in this man's heart, Yun Luofeng comforted him.
Hearing Yun Luofeng's words, Yun Qingya was finally relieved. In his opinion, if Yun Luofeng said it wasn't serious, it meant that Ning Xin's wound could still be treated.
"Humph!"
