Half an hour later.
A bowl of Rescue Soup was brought in. Lin Miao pried open Si Miaoxue's mouth and poured the thick medicinal soup in, mouthful by mouthful.
"Life or death, it depends on her fate now." Lin Miao wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Junior brother, what's wrong with Miaoxue? How did she get so severely injured?" Sun Youwei curiously asked.
"I don't know either. We'll have to wait until she wakes up to tell me." Lin Miao sighed, "Senior sister, it's late. You should go back to sleep."
"Okay, junior brother, I'll be in the next room. Call me if you need anything." Sun Youwei nodded. Her staying would merely mean one more person watching over.
Not very meaningful.
Besides, she already knew the relationship between Lin Miao and Si Miaoxue. It wasn't a big deal for the two to be in the same room, but how to explain it to others in the morning was a different matter.
