Under these circumstances, they should have left, given each other some space, and faced each other quietly. They were too conspicuous here.
"I haven't gotten my medical kit yet…" Jian Xi was dragged out of the bedroom by Zhong Lang, her voice fading in the stairwell.
From afternoon to evening, from evening to dusk, and then the clear morning arrived with just the right sunlight, brightening the room. The pale golden light coated Qin Yucen's face, making her features blend into the morning light, exceptionally translucent.
Qin Yucen didn't know how long she had slept. She slept uneasily, feeling headaches, eye pain, heartache, and hand pain... In short, her whole body ached as if it were filled with needles, causing her unrest even in her dreams, filling her with fear. She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them, as if a black fog covered her sight, pitch-black and icy cold.
