The sound of the carriage clattered, and soon it left the estate. Mrs. Zhao looked at her son, her lips unable to suppress a smile.
Zhao Qi did not even glance at her; his gaze was fixed intently and worriedly on the pale-faced Sang Wan on the couch.
"Why does she look so unwell? Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Zhao Qi asked.
Startled, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly responded, "She was frightened and got hurt. During these days, she has been mostly unconscious. It's better this way to avoid the discomforts of the journey. Don't worry, her life is not in danger. A good rest for a while will surely restore her."
Zhao Qi then stopped talking but continued to gaze intently at Sang Wan.
