Tang Mengyun's large eyes first scanned around in a daze as soon as she opened them. Then, her gaze traveled upwards and she caught sight of Zhu Fei standing in front of her.
"Ah! Zhu Fei, you... you... why haven't you left yet?"
In an instant, Tang Mengyun's face revealed an urgent expression, and she hurriedly urged him with the same urgency in her voice.
Clearly, she had not yet fully snapped back to reality from her previous predicament.
"What do you mean 'leave'?"
Zhu Fei couldn't help but reply with some irritation, though his tone seemed somewhat weak at the moment.
He gently reached out his hand, tapped Tang Mengyun's forehead lightly, and then said again:
"Alright, Mengyun, we're fine now. You just rest for a bit, and we can talk about anything later."
With that, Zhu Fei went and sat down cross-legged to the side.
Despite his somewhat brusque tone while speaking to Tang Mengyun, deep inside he was moved beyond measure.
