At this moment, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside the door.
Shang Ruyi immediately raised her head, and with a creak, the door that had been tightly shut for most of the day was finally pushed open. A faint line of light slowly stretched across the floor, followed by a familiar shadow cast upon it.
"Princess...?"
The cautious voice belonged to Wo Xue.
She slowly walked in, raising her head to see Shang Ruyi sitting by the bed, with tear stains not yet dried on her pale face. Instantly, her eyes filled with deep empathy, and she hurriedly placed what she was holding onto the table, then walked to the bedside: "Princess, are you feeling any better?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi didn't speak, only letting her hand fall, and the soft sleeve followed, immediately covering the bruise on her wrist.
It was just a moment, but Wo Xue still saw it.
When she spoke again, her voice was somewhat hoarse: "Princess..."
Shang Ruyi looked at her: "Why have you come?"
