Except for Foggy Courtyard's main bedroom, the candles of most courtyard had been put out. A ferocious look had replaced the gentleness and elegance and appeared on Ning Qingshan's face. She gritted her teeth and looked in the direction of Bright Frost Garden, the veins on her forehead swelling.

She had had her wound bandaged again. She had not been bumped against too heavily, but because her former injury had not recovered yet, it opened again. She had applied medicine on her ...