"Got it, got it." Cao Aman waved his hand repeatedly.
Mrs. Sun gave a few more instructions before turning to leave.
Cao Aman then turned around, picked up a damp towel, and gently wiped Zhou Qing's forehead sweat.
Looking at Zhou Qing's tattered clothes, which still bore traces of battle, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Brother, they say that having survived a great disaster will surely bring future blessings. You must hold on."
...
Zhou Qing only felt his consciousness drifting in darkness, slumberous and hazy.
It seemed there was something extremely important he had to do, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.
Faintly, he heard the sound of water dripping, as if it came from far away.
His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were pressed by a thousand-pound stone, and he struggled to open a sliver.
In his blurry vision, it seemed he was inside a simply decorated room.
