Although tired, Qian Cangyi still used the leftover food from last night to fill his stomach.
After reheating, he didn't call for Wang Pan and Little Drilling Wind, he ate everything by himself.
"I'm still very weak." Qian Cangyi blinked, then yawned, left the kitchen, and returned to his room.
In the room, Little Drilling Wind was lying on the bed again, only this time he didn't close his eyes; instead, he silently stared at the ceiling.
Qian Cangyi stood in front of the mirror, a tired face appearing before him. After he smiled at his reflection, he turned around intending to leave the room.
"Cangyi, do you think I will die here?" Little Drilling Wind asked just before Qian Cangyi left the room.
There was both fear and expectation in his voice.
The fear came from a terror of death, and the expectation was for Qian Cangyi to give him an ideal answer.
"Yes." Qian Cangyi dropped this single word then walked out.
