Having just woken up from unconsciousness, Su Chaoyang was understandably a little lethargic. After talking for so long, he was indeed tired. Urged by the girl, he closed his eyes, and in a moment, fell asleep again.
Mu Xiangwan quietly got up, tucked his arm under the covers, sat by the bedside, staring dumbly at his face, slowly, she couldn't help but reveal a smile.
It was great. They had escaped the danger, and he had woken up.
Mu Xiangwan felt that there was nothing more worth being happy for than this.
She secretly looked forward to returning to Beijing as soon as possible, wanting to share this joy and relief with everyone around her!
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The whip wounds on Mu Xiangwan's body were almost healed, but some of the places that were seriously injured were incredibly itching during the scab formation. Unfortunately, her right hand was injured, and it was inconvenient for her left hand, making it difficult to even scratch.
