บท 567: Even If It’s A One Percent Chance, I Still Can’t Give Up

Knowing that Qin Wenqian's fever had subsided around six o'clock, Xian Guiying finally leaned back in bed and took a nap. When Qin Gengxin pushed open the door and entered, he saw she was sleeping.

Qin Gengxin walked over and saw that the swelling on her ankle had lessened quite a bit, but the doctor had said that she absolutely could not move in the next two days. He then looked up at her sleeping face.

Xian Guiying inherited a small part of her mother's face. Zhan An's charm was also present on her face. Her skin was very good, and her heroic air was accompanied by the charm of a young woman, but because of her personality, she hid those charms very well, leaving behind an aura that would cause others to cower in fear. She was indeed very beautiful, but her temperament was even better.

This was a stunning appearance that Qin Gengxin had seen since the first time he saw her eleven years ago.