"Do you know? I really can't stand the days without you. Even when you're right by my side, you're always in a coma, it's driving me crazy, do you know that?"
He suddenly opened the cap of the glass bottle and poured out two small white pills from inside.
Then, with gentle movements, he pried open her lips and fed her the pill.
The hard-earned seeds could only make two pills, enough for just one person.
Shangguan Xiu was unwilling to take them himself, so he gave them entirely to An Xiaomian.
In his heart, his own aftereffects were far less important than An Xiaomian's life.
As long as she could wake up, he would find a way to treat his aftereffects later.
...
An Xiaomian felt like she had been asleep for a very, very long time. Her whole body, especially her head, felt sore.
She opened her eyes, and before she could see clearly what was going on around her, a dark shadow quickly embraced her.
The familiar scent came, the familiar chest pressed tightly against her.
