The nostrils were filled with the heavy scent of medicine, wafting through the room, feeling somewhat oppressive.
There was a hot water bottle tucked inside the quilt, very warm. Between the flickering flames, Feng Yun became momentarily bewildered.
She had had a long nightmare.
Her past life's trials felt like an ordeals; she once thought she was deeply trapped in the nightmare, never to struggle out...
Thankfully!
She was still alive.
Behind the canopy, a vaguely discernible shadow sat upright, tall and straight, casting a real and intimate outline on the curtains. She felt grounded.
"General..."
Her voice was nothing like its usual clear and bell-like timbre, croaking as though through a broken gong, and speaking caused her excruciating pain.
She immediately began coughing.
Someone flipped back the canopy in a swift move.
Pei Jue glanced at her and called for Qian Sanniu.
"Fetch Doctor Yao."
Feng Yun lifted her eyes weakly, "What's... happened to me?"
