C135 Zhao Hao's Death!

Xuanniang's strength hadn't returned yet, and she wore Nangong Han's clothes, which hung loosely on her, revealing her skin. Despite her disheveled state, the blush on her cheeks added an unexpected allure.

When Nangong Han placed Xuanniang back on the bed, he noticed her condition. His gaze deepened, like ink spreading in water, and he felt a dryness in his throat