"Creak."
The sound of the wooden door opening seemed to ring suddenly beside her ear, and Xun'er's consciousness gradually cleared from its haze.
She opened her eyes and turned tiredly to the side, only to see a young man in black carrying a bowl of soup as he slowly approached the bed.
"Brother Xiao Yan?"
Xun'er struggled to part her lips, only to find a knife-like pain slicing through her throat. All that came out was a hoarse rasp.
"Xun'er?"
The sudden sound caught Xiao Yan by surprise. He hurried over, and when he saw Xun'er slowly sit up from the bed, he finally let out a sigh of relief. "You girl, you're finally awake."
"How long was I asleep?"
Xun'er's heart tightened. The cold severity she had displayed in battle was nowhere to be seen as she asked anxiously, "I didn't miss the Heavenly Tomb, did I?"
"Heh, with the temperaments of those old geezers in your clan, even if the sky collapsed, they'd probably wait until they sent you into the Heavenly Tomb first." Xiao Yan set the bowl aside and said with a smile.
At the mention of the Elder Council, irritation immediately appeared on Xun'er's face. She subconsciously looked down and saw that the black clothes she had been wearing had somehow been changed into a casual long dress. Her pretty face instantly became rather expressive.
"Brother Xiao Yan, this—"
"You girl, what nonsense are you thinking?"
Seeing Xun'er's startled reaction, Xiao Yan was both amused and exasperated. He said irritably, "From bringing you back to your room to treating your injuries, it was all done by Sister Ruoruo alone. Even the clothes you're wearing are a nightgown she used to wear. Other than that, no one dared touch you in the slightest."
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