When Long Zixuan woke up from his coma, it was already the afternoon two days later. During the time he was unconscious, Long Zixuan felt as if he had been having a very long dream. In the dream, he seemed like a floating buoy, endlessly searching and seeking. Finally, a voice full of concern seemed to call to him incessantly by his ear, gradually waking him up.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Yin Xilin's little face, filled with worry.
"Xiao Hong, you're finally awake!" Seeing Long Zixuan come around, Yin Xilin's eyes reddened, and tears began to fall.
Long Zixuan was about to reach out and wipe her tears, but Yin Xilin suddenly let go of his hand and turned to run outside.
"Master, Xiao Hong is awake! Xiao Hong is awake!"
Soon afterwards, An Yiqing's hurried footsteps could be heard. He quickly saw An Yiqing and his own grandpa rushing in.
"Girl, how's Zixuan?" asked the Old Clan Chief softly, as he watched An Yiqing taking Long Zixuan's pulse.
