As time passes, Su Changxing can feel the effects of the healing ointment continuously taking hold. Its effects are not as exaggerated as the recovery when Su Changxing is in a sleep state, but they are still very remarkable.
Given his injuries, relying on just the ointment's effects, he would recover most of the way in a day.
Su Changxing leaned back in his chair, looked at Shen Xuan levelly, and chuckled, "I'm a bit curious, who among you is the original, or should I say the first one? Surely you weren't born this way."
Shen Xuan finished her last bite of cake, licked the cream off her unnamed finger, and said calmly:
"What do you think? I guess you don't need me to say, you must have already figured it out."
Su Changxing wanted to say something else but found Shen Xuan leaning back in her chair, closing her eyes, breathing steadily, as if she had already fallen asleep.
"Really casual, she sleeps faster than I do, more like a Dreamer."
