Hearing Top Scholar Lv's ignorant, superstitious words, Li Huowang instantly let out a heavy sigh of relief and collapsed into a chair. "The vanished sun has returned. Anyway, it looks like this supernatural disaster is finally over."
As the taut string in his heart finally loosened, Li Huowang, sitting on the chair, instantly lost consciousness.
When he woke again, it was the slick feeling of thick soup in his mouth that startled him back to awareness.
The softness at the back of his head, and the familiar subtle fragrance before his nose, told Li Huowang in whose arms he was lying. "Miaomiao."
Bai Lingmiao didn't reply, silently continuing to feed Li Huowang chicken broth.
"I'm not crippled. Just a little tired." Li Huowang struggled upright and picked up the bowl, gulping down the broth.
Other than losing his sight, Li Huowang's body hadn't been seriously harmed—what left him so exhausted was his mind.
