Sharon's heart gave a tremor, a trace of unusual color flashing through his pupils. Were these hot waters really specially prepared for him?
"Go on, change your clothes, have a meal, and then get some good rest. Oh, and don't forget to have someone notify Uncle Sandy that I've come back." Seeing him standing still, Zhiyan frowned and urged.
"Okay, I'll go now." Sharon replied with a gentle smile, turned around, and walked out briskly.
Upon receiving the news, Sandy, who was leading a search team outside, rushed back to the Northern Garden. Hearing of Shasha's collapse, he hastened into the southern wing.
After drinking the Green of Life and receiving Zhiyan's misty ice compress, Shasha had almost fully recovered. Due to a long period of inadequate rest, she was now sleeping soundly.
"Are you alright?" Sandy came in from outside, greeted Zhiyan with a question, and then his gaze focused on Shasha lying in bed, his eyebrows knitting slightly.
