Yang Shaolun’s eyelashes fluttered. Lin Haihai had enough time to put on a mask. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of her friendly face. He thought he was dreaming and didn’t dare blink.

“Good, you’re awake. You’re recovering well. You’ll be able to leave after a few days of resting!”

Her tone was friendly and warm, but it made his heart sink to a hellish depth he had never known before. She was treating him like a physician would a patient, friendly, but distant!

“Xiao’hai?” he called out with uncertainty.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Don’t worry, Imperial Elder Brother. Li Junyue will make sure you recover quickly!”

Then she began cleaning his wounds in earnest, her expression focused and serious, and her eyes free of any impurity.

Yang Shaolun closed his eyes and said coolly, “I’ll entrust myself to you, Sister-in-Law!”

Lin Haihai steadied her trembling hand and said with a smile, “You’re being needlessly polite, Imperial Elder Brother. We’re family. There’s no need for such formalities!”

He didn’t say anything in response, nor did he open his eyes. He looked calm. The only thing betraying his suppressed emotions was the tremor of his lips. Lin Haihai’s hands were gentle. Her words might have been daggers aimed...