"How is she?"
"Physician, why hasn't Wei Heng woken up yet?"
"Is it because she hasn't been given enough literary energy?"
Yu Zi gradually woke from the endless darkness. Slowly, she began to sense the commotion around her. It seemed people beside her were all talking at once about something. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as lead. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge them.
She refused to give up and tried again and again.
As time passed, her awareness of the outside world grew clearer, and the voices reaching her ears no longer sounded muffled. Yu Zi could even tell who was speaking each sentence. Just then, she heard someone lament, "What a pity. With Wei Heng's strength, she's actually... How will she adjust to being an ordinary person from now on..."
Those few simple words sent a cold sweat down her back.
Her eyelids, which had been pressed tightly together, suddenly parted. The first thing she said upon opening her eyes was, "What happened to me?"
Yu Zi didn't even have time to care that her voice was hoarse.
She hurriedly grabbed the speaker by the arm.
But the sensation beneath her fingers wasn't the warmth and springiness she'd expected. Instead, it was a short, hard, icy-cold limb that sent a shiver through her.
Yu Zi had no time to dwell on that. What could be more terrifying than falling into the mud overnight, losing every last thing she could rely on? If that were her fate, she would rather take her own life!
"She's awake! Wei Heng's awake!"
"Wei Heng, how are you feeling?"
"Does anything hurt?"
Familiar faces stained with blood crowded around her, all talking at once as they showed their concern. Only the person she