"It's moving, moving, moving!" Dongfang Jiao leapt up in fright, pointing to Nangong Qianmo's fingers that slightly trembled on the bed.
At that moment, almost everyone saw this scene, and Nangong Cang dashed to the bedside. He braced himself with both hands beside Nangong Qianmo's body, staring unblinkingly at her, as if trying to see more clearly, to see how his granddaughter, whom he thought he had lost, had come back to life.
Her long eyelashes quivered slightly over her eye sockets, like butterfly wings, and suddenly, a pair of eyes opened. The dark, bright pupils gently turned and saw the magnified, aged face so close to her own. The girl, just awakened, screamed in fright, her body involuntarily recoiling outwards.
"Ah!"
