She had indeed been ravaged; she just didn't speak of the ravaging she had in mind.
Fan Rou looked at Ye Ranran with a lot of sympathy: "Ranran, just what illness did you contract?"
"Don't you know?" Ye Ranran gave her a meaningful glance.
Fan Rou immediately shut her mouth.
"You know it's not a good thing you found out. You know what to do," Ye Ranran gently patted Fan Rou's hand.
Her voice was still gentle, yet it subtly carried a threat.
Fan Rou tightly grasped Ye Ranran's hand, "I won't let it slip, I asked because the answer was too shocking."
She squeezed so hard that her nails dug into the palm of Ye Ranran's hand, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.
No wonder she was so thin, and no wonder her complexion was so pale.
So that was it.
"Who, who did it?" After regaining her voice, Fan Rou asked.
"Song Yue."
Fan Rou's mouth gaped open again. In her mind, Song Yue was as noble as a peony, a beauty of the nation, a true princess adored by all.
