Shen Hua woke up.
She stared blankly at the bed curtains for a long while.
Ji Xin had just brought in a basin of hot water to wipe Shen Hua, and as she pushed the door, the cold wind blew in with her.
She turned to close the door, and when she turned back, her eyes brightened, and she quickly walked in.
"Miss Shen, do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Shen Hua propped herself up. Slowly, she looked down at her wrist, where the Vajra Bodhi Bracelet still radiated warmth, red as if it could spill blood.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
"No."
The girl lay down. Ji Xin hurried over to help her sit and put on her shoes. Shen Hua blinked her eyes, accepting the assistance.
Upon leaving the partition, she bumped into Ni Kang sitting in the courtyard, resembling an old monk in meditation, silent and filled with dejection.
Shen Hua stopped in front of him. Thinking of the time, today was precisely the day for pulse diagnosis.
She haughtily extended her arm.
