When Li Xuan woke up, he again saw his familiar mosquito net, rafters, and of course, the carvings on his bed rails.
His mother's maid, Leng Yurou, was by his side. The moment Li Xuan opened his eyes, she noticed immediately. A sense of relief washed over Yurou's petite, icy face.
"Master, you're awake?" She glanced at Li Xuan. Not only were her eyes different from before, but she also spoke with a bit of reverence, "Master, you should rest. I will go and inform the master and madam."
After she left, Li Xuan couldn't lie still. He sat up and began to explore his body with his hands. He didn't find anything unusual about his body, nor any wounds, and there was no pain. There was just an itch in his bones that made him restless, making him yearn to get up, walk around, run, and practice boxing.
"You should endure it and lie in bed for another day or two."
