Ning Yu was a clean-looking man, and although he was not as tall and handsome as Jiang Yichun, and even carried a bit of a scholarly air, he previously seemed very spirited and had a touch of spiritual energy around him. But in just a few months of not seeing him, he had become greatly listless, as if he had aged a decade all at once!
His back was no longer as straight as before, his originally fair face had turned a waxen yellow, and his cheeks had even become hollowed. His eyes, which used to be clear and distinct, now had a murky quality to them.
"Elder Brother, what happened to you..." Bai Ruozhu's heart surged with shock, and without regard for the presence of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, she directly asked.
Ning Yu gave her a smile, one with no trace of sadness but extraordinarily warm, those eyes, though not as bright as before, were still pure and blemish-free.
