After hearing Liu Ruyan's words, Liu Yirong nodded and added, "Moreover, her upper soul nest-that is, her Sea of Consciousness-is churning ceaselessly, as though under tremendous pressure."
"Her upper soul nest even shows signs of closing itself off to protect her. That's also why she's lost consciousness so many times."
At this, Zhu Shiqing's expression grew even graver. He sighed. "Let's do everything we can to keep Xiao Yi alive for now. Hopefully, we can find a way to save her."
Su Ningxia stood quietly to one side, her hands hanging at her sides as she silently listened to their conversation, still holding the tools she had used to pound the medicinal herbs.
Chen Cong stood with his hands behind his back at the window opposite the door, gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.
Chen Xiaojun hurried toward the bed. With every step, the pain in his chest intensified.
As he approached, the people beside the bed moved aside to make way for him. His gaze remained fixed on Xiao Yi's pale, fragile face, his heart filled with endless worry and pain.
Chen Xiaojun sat beside the bed and gazed at Xiao Yi's face. He reached out and gently took her hand. Its frail, icy touch sent an ache through his heart.
After a long while, Chen Xiaojun called softly and tenderly, "Xiao Yi."
Just then, Xiao Yi seemed to sense something, and her fingers stirred slightly.
Excitement surged through Chen Xiaojun. He gently enclosed her delicate hand in both of his, waiting for her to wake.
After a long time, Xiao Yi's eyelids finally fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
When her gaze met Chen Xiaojun's, a flicker of delighted surprise and tenderness passed through her eyes.
The corners of her lips lifted faintly. In a