Mo Lian quickly lifted her up and patted her back to placate her. "You're fine, you're fine. How do you feel right now?"
"Head hurts. I can't move my body at all. Only my neck can move a bit." Qiao Mu felt more pitiful the more she spoke.
It was all that Mu Qianqian's fault. Why did she want to swap her soul without rhyme or reason?
Cuddling her limp body in heartache, Mo Lian softly said, "Your conscious seemed to have been injured from an external force without cause or reason. I used medicinal power earlier…"
"You used medicinal power to help me?" Qiao Mu immediately lifted her head, examining his exhausted complexion closely. "Did you overuse your medicinal power?"
"I didn't, I know my limits," Mo Lian pacified her. "Qiaoqiao, do you know what happened?"
Qiao Mu nodded. "It's Mu Qianqian! She…"
