"Cough cough..." Mu Yin almost choked to death, hurriedly pushing her away and glancing outside the window to discover it was already morning. She opened her hoarse and parched throat, "How long have I slept?"
"A day and two nights. You've been feverish the whole time, it only broke last night. And there are the injuries on your body..." Hearing her hoarse voice, Chi Ying felt distressed and took the cup of warm water next to her, fed Mu Yin a few sips, and cried softly.
"Is that so?" Mu Yin weakly touched her own forehead. Though the fever had subsided, it still felt warm, but recalling the recent ordeal, she was still terrified.
"I'm fine now, don't worry." She reassured Chi Ying. It was very fortunate to have preserved her virtue and life; a little sickness was nothing in comparison.
Thankfully, Yingying was astute enough to timely fetch him over. Otherwise, she didn't know who else in Yangcheng could have saved her.
