Cheng Sicheng opened his eyes again three days later.
He woke up groggily, only to find his head aching dully and his limbs weak and powerless, with only his left hand capable of movement.
After a good while, he finally cleared his thoughts.
He seemed to have made a very bad decision that nearly harmed Xiaoxiao.
Wait... where is Xiaoxiao? Thinking about this, he couldn't help but become anxious.
Enduring the pain, he struggled to prop himself up, his face pale, his head drenched in cold sweat, and after struggling for a while, thud, he fell back to the edge of the bed.
Cheng Xiaomei carried a bowl of dark, murky medicine to the door. Hearing the commotion inside, she figured her son had woken and quickly pushed open the door.
Seeing him trying to get up, she quickly walked over with three steps to two, placing the medicine on a nearby low table.
