Chapter Sixty-One: The Bitter Truth and the Bitter Brew
The cottage, once a symbol of Lin Wan's independence and hard work, now felt like a high-stakes arena.
The air was thick with the scent of pine wood smoke and the sharp, medicinal tang of herbs being steeped in boiling water.
Lin Wan lay tucked under a mountain of soft furs, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the Whispering Woods.
Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel the phantom sensation of vines crawling up her ankles, but when she opened them, she was met with the suffocatingly intense gaze of two powerful males who refused to leave her side for even a second.
"You need to eat," Qin Mo said, his voice as smooth as silk but carrying the weight of an imperial decree.
He was crouched by the hearth, moving with a practiced ease that suggested he had done this a thousand times.
