C485 Beautiful and profound

In the dead of night, people would often think of him.

Inside the sickroom, a ray of moonlight slanted in from the window, shining straight on Wang Yuxian's white and tender face.

Although Wang Yuxian was sick, she was still as beautiful as an angel, with her delicate face and alluring eyes.

It was just that the current Wang Yuxian's aura was far inferior to before.

When a woman saw this