C235 Chapter 235

At the moment, the apothecary booth held only Feng Mingmo—eyes closed, seemingly dozing—and Tang Yao, stiff with unease. She studied his face in silence, struck again by how unfair fate could be. A man had no business being that dangerously handsome.

She’d assumed he was just pretending to sleep, so she said flatly, “Loong Fann left.”

Feng Mingmo didn’t react at all