"Zixuan, you're awake?"
By the bedside, Li Qinghe leaned in, happily taking her hand. "How are you feeling now? Any better? Does anywhere feel uncomfortable?"
"Ugh..."
At his words, Li Zixuan stirred again, gently pressing a hand to her forehead. She was still a bit dazed, her face as pale as paper.
"Where am I?"
Her last memory was of the academy.
She seemed to have been ambushed...
The attacker's clothes and appearance were very familiar.
"It was Nangong Li! From the Beast God Sect! They're still at the academy!"
The memories came flooding back like a tide.
Li Zixuan's pretty face turned cold.
She recalled the previous scene, and an immense fear seized her. She frantically scanned her surroundings, a cold sweat instantly drenching her back.
But she looked around, lost and bewildered.
There were no Cult Demons in the room. Only Li Qinghe was beside her, holding a cup of hot water. The sweet scent of gardenias drifted from a vase on the corner of the table.
