C769 Who Framed You?

Lan Qingwan opened her eyes and immediately looked down at the little one in her arms. Qing's cheeks were rosy, and he was sleeping soundly.

The room wasn't dark; by the light of an oil lamp on the table, she noticed a layer of gauze wrapped around Qing's neck, with a faint scent of medicine lingering in the air.

It seemed their captor didn't intend for them to die