The next day, sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell across Chen Xiaojun's face. He slowly opened his eyes, as though waking from a deep, fathomless dream.
His gaze was somewhat dazed before it began to focus, searching for something familiar in his surroundings.
Seeing this, Zhu Wuneng hurried over and cried out with concern and delight, "Young Master, you're finally awake!"
Chen Xiaojun turned his head slightly and examined his tightly bandaged body. His fingers brushed lightly over his chest. What should have been excruciating pain had dwindled to a faint lingering ache.
He frowned in confusion and asked hoarsely, "I... wasn't I supposed to... be dead?"
Zhu Wuneng drew a deep breath, seemingly trying to settle his excitement, then told Chen Xiaojun solemnly, "Young Master, it was Xiao Yi. Sister Xiao Yi saved you."
"You have no idea how badly you were hurt. A piece of your heart had been sliced away, and you were covered in blood. Sister Xiao Yi spared no cost and risked her life to save you."
At this, Chen Xiaojun's heart suddenly clenched. He asked urgently, "Risked her life? What happened to Xiao Yi?"
Looking at Chen Xiaojun's anxious face and recalling yesterday's events, Zhu Wuneng still could not help being moved. He covered his mouth, tears shimmering in his eyes, yet forced out a smile and blinked at Chen Xiaojun, as though hinting at something.
This only deepened Chen Xiaojun's unease. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, then smiled at Zhu Wuneng. "Heh, you little rascal. Still trying to hide things from me? Come on, tell me everything that happened after I passed out."
His tone was gentle, but his eyes held an unmistakable resolve.
Seeing how insistent Chen Xiaojun was, Zhu Wuneng stopped concealing the truth.