Zhu Qingyue lay sprawled on the floor, his face contorted in pain as he groaned aloud. A few planks broke off the wall, landing on his back with a solid impact.
Gazing at the sight before her, Li Meirong blinked her eyes twice, confusion gradually morphing into fear.
"Are you alright!?" Li Meirong shrieked in a bout of panic, sobering up completely. She shot out of the bed, darting straight towards him and kneeling at his side. She hastily removed the wooden boards off of him.
"It's not as bad as it seems." Zhu Qingyue whispered, letting out a low chuckle.
Seeing her panicked expression, he spoke in an obvious attempt to reassure her and waved his hands in haste, yet hissed in pain as he attempted to reposition himself. Pointing to his back, Senior Zhu gestured for Li Meirong to help him reach the bed.
