By the time Ling Xiao woke again, it was the evening of the next day. To him, it felt like he had only been unconscious for half a day. Just as he was about to move, a pleasant voice sounded by his ear, "Don't move! You're injured all over!"
Ye Wen Ni stood inside the tent, her head nearly brushing the top. A campfire burned outside—Ye Wen Ni's handiwork, no doubt.
"How long… was I out?" Ling Xiao asked, frowning. Even without Ye Wen Ni's reminder, he didn't dare move. The slightest inclination to stir sent a searing pain through his body, as if he were being torn apart.
"You've been unconscious for a full day and night! I almost thought you weren't going to wake up!" Ye Wen Ni said, sticking her tongue out playfully. "You sure are hard to kill. You fell from so high up and didn't die. I have to say, your luck is really something else!"
