"Where are Xuewu and Yichen rushing off to?" King Sang Shun fixed his gaze on Sang Lanruo, with a faint pressure in his deep eyes.
Sang Lanruo lowered her head, her tone calm, "I instructed them to take care of some matters."
King Sang Shun's eyes fell on Sang Lanruo's pale cheeks, a complex emotion surfacing in his gaze. After a while, he spoke with difficulty, "Lanruo, do you feel unwell?"
Sang Lanruo raised her head, looking at her father.
For some reason, she suddenly noticed that the frost at her father's temples seemed a bit whiter, and there was a hint of exhaustion between his brows.
"I'm fine." She answered lightly.
However, this answer failed to ease King Sang Shun's heart. He looked at his only daughter and said, "Tomorrow, I'll find some pharmacists to check on you."
