When Zhu Bocheng saw Chi Shuyan standing at the door of the ward, he smiled and his handsome face brightened like a flower, his eyes glowing as he grinned toothily. He quickly and eagerly welcomed her, "Sister Shuyan, at this time of the day, you must have skipped classes to come here, right?"
Chi Shuyan nodded, raising her round eyes to sweep a glance at Zhu Bocheng. The thick, black mist hovering over him had almost dissipated and only little wisps of light, black mist remained.
Her brows wrinkled and traces of doubt flashed in her eyes. It was reasonable to say that after such a life and death catastrophe, this black, cadaveric qi should have almost dissipated. Why were there still remnants?
