In the narrow, dark room, the young lady's startling cries awoke Liang Shaoqing. The young man crawled over to Chu Qiao's side, asking nervously with concern, "Are you awake? Are you alright?"
Chu Qiao frowned, opening her eyes with great willpower. Her trance lasted less than a second, before she snapped, "Stupid bookworm. You're pressing on my shoulder."
"Ah!" Liang Shaoqing was shocked. He jumped back in an exaggerated motion. He had reopened her wound, which started to bleed again.
"I'm sorry! Are you alright? Will you die?"
