"Wan Lu," Ran Yan took the medicine bowl and sat in front of the couch to personally feed her the medicine, "after taking the medicine, it won't hurt as much in three to five days."
Wan Lu's eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze shifted to Ran Yan. Her pale and chapped lips trembled slightly, but she could not speak. Tears suddenly slid down from her phoenix eyes.
A weight finally lifted from Ran Yan's heart. It seemed that Wan Lu's intelligence had not been too greatly affected, and her memory seemed largely intact as well — that was enough. Privately, Ran Yan hoped that Wan Lu would forget that cruel scene. She had experienced death herself and knew that such fear could become a nightmare for life. Although she often dealt with corpses and was more composed towards life and death than most, she still woke up in a cold sweat from her nightmares.
