YiMing's expression wasn't steady. She was likely going through a nightmare which was evident from her struggles in expression and all.
SiMeng simply Watched her mumble something In her dreams. He was able to hear one word which was "SiChen..."
SiMeng's smile slowly faded away as he withdrew his hands from her forehead.
The looked at the little jar in his hands as he smiled ", At least this is what I can do for you" He said as he waved a hand over the jar.
Dark smokes got out from the jar and slowly covered up YiMing's face. slowly, it cleared up again.
With that done, he found himself coughing sparingly again but he placed a hand over his mouth to let the blood drop on his hands.
He stared at the blood dropping again as he sighed. Without wasting any time there, SiMeng got up to his feet and made his way out of the room.
