In her sleep, Shen Mingzhu always felt someone watching over her. When she opened her eyes, she met a pair of gentle, moist eyes.
"You're awake?"
Turning her head toward the sound, she saw that Zhong Qing was also there.
"Qingqing, when did you guys arrive?"
Seeing her wanting to get up, Yan Yi subconsciously moved forward, his hand just lifted then abruptly stopped.
Zhong Qing bent down to help Shen Mingzhu sit up and then placed a pillow behind her for support.
Shen Mingzhu smelled a faint floral fragrance and only then noticed a large bunch of fresh red roses on the bedside table. They were placed in a transparent glass vase, looking vibrant and almost dripping with color.
This season, roses were a rarity.
"We haven't been here long. We didn't wake you because you were sleeping. Did you sleep well?"
Zhong Qing gazed at her, her amber eyes, like colored glass beads, carried a tender smile, "You look much better, you must have had a good rest these past few days."