Lin Wanxue had no time to worry about her bruised forehead. Rubbing it, she looked toward Bai Luo. Seeing that her master's eyes were still closed, she thought she'd imagined the sound and asked Su Chen in confusion, "Honey, did you just hear my master make a sound?"
"Mm, I heard it. But, honey, you can't be so careless next time. Look, you've bumped your forehead." Su Chen lowered his head and gently blew on the spot where Lin Wanxue had hit herself, his heart aching for her.
"You really heard it? I knew I hadn't imagined it. That means my master's about to wake up. That's wonderful!"
"Honey, I'm not resting anymore. I'm going to check on my master again."
As she spoke, Lin Wanxue hurried over to Bai Luo, but Su Chen pulled her back, looking displeased.
Lin Wanxue said, "Honey, I know. I won't be so careless next time. Let go and let me check on my master."
Su Chen sighed helplessly. He'd almost asked her, "Who's more important, your master or me, your husband?"
"Mm." Su Chen released her.
Lin Wanxue ran to the bedside to check on Bai Luo.
Although Bai Luo's eyes were still closed, Lin Wanxue could see that she looked much better. Her lips and face were no longer deathly pale, and a faint rosy hue had returned to her complexion.
Her breathing had also grown stronger. She no longer seemed to struggle with every breath as she had before.
At last, some of the tension in Lin Wanxue's heart eased.
She called Su Chen over to check Bai Luo's pulse and see how she was doing.
Su Chen felt Bai Luo's pulse. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, there was an abnormal energy inside her body. It was probably the