"Xiao Yi, Brother Xiao Yi? You, you're awake?"
Fang Qingzhu looked at Xiao Yi with incredulity, her phoenix eyes wide open and a layer of mist already veiling her watery orbs.
Hiss!
The Little Lin on her shoulder also stood erect, staring intently at Xiao Yi.
In its eyes was a human-like excitement.
Xiao Yi squeezed out a faint smile on his pale face, nodded, and with a hoarse voice that was still somewhat weak, he said, "Sorry for making you worry!"
Even though he had been in a coma for half a month, there were times when he could still sense everything that was happening outside.
Fang Qingzhu's meticulous care over the past half-month, her tireless conversations in hopes of awakening him—Xiao Yi was fully aware of all this.
Xiao Yi tried to rise, but his arms felt weak and he leaned heavily against the headboard.
"Brother Xiao Yi, don't move...What do you want to do? Let me help you!" Fang Qingzhu said in panic, supporting Xiao Yi as she hastily asked.
