Hua Lingyou watched the exhausted Ling Tianyu, then turned to look at Duan Yanran who was still in a coma, unsure of what to say. She could only keep company with Ling Tianyu. She had watched over her all night, checked everything, but Ling Tianyu had come up empty-handed.
During that time, Yanran's external body temperature had not risen too high again, but the flame inside her was still burning.
Ling Tianyu sat beside the sofa, smoking a cigarette with bandages wrapped around both arms, blood seeping through in parts, which was quite distressing to see. Not to mention the chest area where ribs were visible. It was only because of Ling Tianyu's great ability that he could treat his own wounds.
Hua Lingyou simply could not imagine how Yanran's body temperature could have burned someone as powerful as Tianyu, even charring the flesh. How terrifying must that temperature be?
