It took Mo Yujian a night to regain consciousness and two days of closed door cultivation to stabilize his condition. During that time, Ouyang Xueqing waited outside his bedroom. She couldn't eat and sleep because she was worried sick.
When he finished cultivating, it was near midnight.
Soft drizzle was dripping against the glass window and the air was cold. The night was cloudy with not even a peek of moonlight was seen.
Ouyang Xueqing bit her nails and paced back and forth in front of his door. When she heard a faint cough, she immediately nailed herself to the door and eavesdropped. It was what she had been doing for the last two days. If she heard something suspicious, she wouldn't hesitate to barge inside his room.
Pity that Furball couldn't heal Mo Yujian as his ability was limited to a deep bone corrosion.
The sound was as soft as spring breeze but Ouyang Xueqing heard it clearly. "Come inside."
