Jing Xin stared blankly, unable to comprehend the situation. The room was filled with a strange medicinal smell, and broken bowl fragments littered the floor. The man on the bed lay sideways, his face turned inward, obscuring his expression. His gray pajamas were soaked with medicinal juice.
Gao Zhenpeng clenched his fist, stepped forward, picked up the medicine from the bedside table, and forcefully turned the man’s face, roughly pouring the medicine into his mouth.
The man struggled, clearly unwilling to drink, suppressing low coughs and looking in great pain. Jing Xin couldn’t bear it; she couldn’t tolerate treating a patient like this. In a moment of impulse, she rushed over, snatching the medicine bowl from Gao Zhenpeng’s hand.
“How can you treat a patient like this?” she exclaimed.
Gao Zhenpeng was slightly surprised, narrowing his eyes as he examined the small girl. Jing Xin placed the bowl heavily on the bedside table, her pitying gaze turning to the man in bed. A terrifying face met her gaze, causing her heart to skip a beat. An uncontrollable fear rose within her.
His face was a striking contradiction, sharp features embodying both heaven and hell. Beneath curled eyelashes, a pair of clear, sparkling eyes shone with brilliance. Thin lips were stained with light brown medicinal juice. Yet, his beauty was marred by raw, bloody wounds running from his left cheek to his neck.
High Zhan Peng stared at her for a few seconds, nodded, and said, “Then you persuade him.”
If he really doesn’t want to live, let him die.” After speaking, he turned to leave the room, followed by the servants.
The door closed, leaving Jing Xin and the bound man alone.
Jing Xin sat down by the bed, careful not to disturb the man who was pretending to sleep. She took a clean towel from the nearby table, and as the soft fabric touched his skin, his eyes suddenly opened. Cold, amber-like eyes pierced through her. He had inherited his father’s sharp gaze.
Avoiding his stare, Jing Xin gently wiped the medicine stains from his face, trying not to touch his injuries. When had she last done this for Jiang Xiang Yang? She felt sadness well up in her heart, bringing moisture to her eyes.
