Upon hearing An Jing's words, Wild Goose Jade really didn't insist on getting out of bed anymore and lay back down.
Her body truly wasn't in the state to be so strong-willed, and besides, her great vengeance had yet to be avenged; she couldn't die.
Seeing the deep hatred suddenly appear in Wild Goose Jade's beautiful eyes, as if wishing to grind someone to dust, An Jingxin was shocked for a moment, but still, she asked nothing.
Moreover, asking would be useless. Wild Goose Jade definitely wouldn't speak, so why waste her breath?
"You should rest well, and if you need anything, just call Meng Zhuqing, he is right outside. Now, we'll be leaving first," she said.
Wild Goose Jade didn't even glance at An Jing, let alone speak, only continued lying there, staring at the ceiling.
Even if she had hidden her hatred again and it seemed like her eyes held no resentment anymore, she still stared at the ceiling, silently, as if she were a dead corpse.