When Xiang Minghou entered the room around noon, Ye Qianning finally opened her eyes again. Aside from her dad and her master, she didn't want to interact with too many people.
"Pangtuan, you're finally awake." Xiang Minghou sat on the edge of the bed and helped Ye Qianning sit up, propping her against the pillows.
"COUGH, COUGH... Dad, my throat hurts..."
Ye Qianning's voice was hoarse. She had to open her mouth several times before she could get the words out.
"I'll get you some water. Don't talk for now." Only then did Xiang Minghou's worries finally subside.
Zhan Chi was happy, but he also couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy.
"The fever's gone, and there's no damage to her mind. With half a month of careful recuperation, she'll recover," Old Master Zhan announced after checking her pulse. Although she was extremely weak, as long as the fever didn't return, she would be fine.
Ye Qianning pulled her small hand back, her gaze wary.
