"Aunt Mo."
Qian Mo grew terribly excited at the sight of Qian Wanyu. Unfortunately, her body had yet to recover, and she had only just woken up. She could not even get half a sentence out. The sounds seemed to catch in her throat, hoarse and barely formed.
Dongfang Minghui was closest to her and could almost read her constantly moving lips, especially when she looked past them at the lady behind them with reverent eyes, trying to utter the two words she had not managed to say-"Young Miss."
"Seventh Sister, she only just woke up. She needs proper rest."
"Mm."
After seeing the people she had wanted to see, Qian Mo drifted back into a heavy sleep. Everyone filed out, leaving her in peace.
Their meal ended with Qian Mo's awakening. The lady had withdrawn early as well, leaving Zhi Lan to entertain them.
Dongfang Minghui felt somewhat disappointed. Nothing had happened at the reunion feast she had envisioned, and she still had not seen the face beneath that veil. The only thing worth celebrating was that Qian Mo had woken up. Seventh Sister should have been happy about that.
Qian Wanyu pulled Little Minghui aside and asked, "Now that Aunt Mo is awake, is she out of danger? How long will it take her to recover completely?"
"Seventh Sister, waking up does mean she'll be all right, but as for recovering completely..." Dongfang Minghui looked torn.
"Just tell me the truth."
"When I first examined her, I found that all her cultivation had dispersed. Unless she encounters some fortunate opportunity, otherwise-"
Qian Wanyu nodded, understanding.
Little Minghui did not know how to comfort her. "Seventh Sister, perhaps it won't be as bad as I said."
"It's all right."
To Qian Wanyu, it was already no small feat that