After Leng Youchen left, Wei Anning cried for a while but then stopped shedding tears, because she knew that crying was useless and wouldn't change what had already happened.
And she, wouldn't allow herself to remain weak any longer.
After crying, her mind felt a little foggy. She surveyed the room—it was a girl's boudoir, with Yan Nanfei's portrait on the bedside table. Was this Yan Nanfei's room?
She remembered now, before she fainted last night, she seemed to have called Yan Nanfei. No wonder Leng Youchen felt relieved leaving her here.
She lifted the covers and prepared to get out of bed when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Looking up, she saw Jiang Yang enter carrying a tray. Their eyes met, and Wei Anning felt a bit embarrassed, quickly averting her gaze.
"Sorry to interrupt, where's Nan Fei?"
