The next morning.
That night, he hadn't closed his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and red.
He placed his hands on the table and lowered his head to gaze at her.
After a night of nightmares, she finally fell asleep.
Her small face remained pale...
But even as she slept, her delicate brows were still tightly knitted together, her small face frowning, and her damp eyelashes trembled.
In the dream, she must have felt very uncomfortable and oppressed.
He lowered his head and bent down to kiss her forehead...
"Third young master, this is Miss Li's bag..."
The old butler entered from the doorway.
Seeing He Yingdong's unshaven face and bloodshot eyes, he too sighed deeply.
It was a candy-colored casual bag, bought by him for her.
Inside were candies he personally packed, worried about her frail body, he bought many small snacks to boost blood, placing them in the bag.
Now, the strap of the bag was pulled, stained with blood.
