Li Qian sat nearby, puzzled, "How did you know the time so precisely?"
"The system told me," Su Mo shifted on the bed, trying to get off, but Lu Chen held her shoulder and pushed her back down, "Stay here and rest until you're better."
Zhao Changsheng also persuaded, "Yes, little sister, rest here for now."
Li He added, "If anything happens here, I can take care of it immediately."
Everyone was treating her like a fragile panda, so Su Mo had no choice but to lie back down. Finally, she added, "By the way, has the Beast Tide left yet?"
Rong Bai wheeled himself in, relieved to see Su Mo unscathed, and said, "Most of them have gone, a small part remains, but we can manage them. Just rest well these two days."
Su Mo's world was now pitch black; she couldn't see anything. She turned her head, feeling her hand grasped by a cold, small hand, "Yang Yichu?"
"Sis, sister," it stood by her bed, its pale eyes somehow conveying a dreary mood.
