Zhuo Ling stood outside the door, her fingertips digging deep into her palm. But in the end, she couldn't hold back and stepped inside.
She lowered her gaze to hide the jealousy surging in her eyes. When she looked up again, her expression had returned to its usual gentleness.
"Jin Yi, I came to see you."
She spoke softly, setting down the basket in her hands. Her fingertips brushed lightly over the rim. "This is a beast-hide tunic I sewed myself. You should try it on later to see if it fits."
Before she could finish, her gaze fell on his half-open collar, where hideous scars came into view.
A mist instantly clouded Zhuo Ling's eyes, and her voice trembled slightly. "You were so badly injured? Why didn't you tell me?"
She took a step forward, reaching out to touch his wounds, but he subtly moved away.
Jin Yi pulled his collar tight, his expression distant. "There's no need. The wounds have already healed."
