"When... How come..."
When Cui Hui regained consciousness once more, she vaguely heard someone speaking beside her. The voice was extremely low, and the words came in broken fragments, making them difficult to hear clearly. She tried to listen carefully, but the voice suddenly fell silent. The world sank back into stillness.
In her haze, she seemed to see sunlight streaming through the gaps in the window.
She instinctively tried to judge the time.
Once her consciousness fully cleared, she realized that the mottled golden light coming through the window was no longer sunlight at all. It was plainly the bright moon. Only then did she belatedly notice a figure sitting upright beside the bed. "Zhi Shan..."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum. Fortunately, the man's hearing was extraordinary; otherwise, he truly might not have noticed. "Lady Cui, you've mistaken me for someone else."
His voice carried a naturally frivolous lilt.
Cui Hui jolted awake. "You—"
The visitor raised a hand and lightly pressed it against Cui Hui's shoulder. In no hurry at all, he said, "Your body is still far too weak. You can't make any large movements yet."
Cui Hui had no interest in that. "How did you get in?"
Are you trying to die?
What if Cui Zhishan finds out?
A smile welled at the corners of the visitor's lips. Framed by the shadows of the candlelight, he looked even more lecherous than a libertine, as though he might pounce on her and make improper advances with a "heh heh" the very next second. In short, he was no respectable man. "What are you afraid of? I, Liao Jia, dared to come meet Lady Cui, so naturally I have made absolutely certain your husband won't notice a thing."
The way he put it made