Tong Jijiu regretted his actions.
He touched the tiny needle hole at his philtrum and glanced furtively at Qin Liuxi, suspecting that this person was taking revenge. Why use a needle to wake someone up? Wouldn't applying medicinal oil suffice?
But now was not the time to fuss over that. He looked at his daughter lying quietly comatose on the bed, then at the soul of his daughter before him, his vision darkening as he once again turned his gaze towards Qin Liuxi.
What was she looking at? The carvings on the roof beam?
Mrs. Tong and the others were extremely worried, having exhausted all niceties in vain as Qin Liuxi kept sidetracking them, refusing to follow the script.
Whimpering, could they really just watch as their daughter became a lost soul?
Granny Tong took Lin Qingying, whose eyes had been opened to the extraordinary, by the arm and forced a smile, "Dear sister, look at this mess. What should we do?"
Please plead for us.
