"If you're awake, drink the medicine."
The room's door was pushed open, and Hua Qianxue walked in carrying a bowl of herbal soup. She continued, "Last time, your injury received nourishment from a spiritual seal from Elder Yang, so it healed quickly. This time, it might take longer. Given your current state, if you ingest the pills, their potency might be too overwhelming for you to bear, so you should first drink herbal soup to adjust."
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, pushed himself up, and leaned against the headboard, noticing that Hua Qianxue's face had a bit of ash but didn't mention it; she looked rather lovely. Thus, he asked, "Where is this?"
"My room," Hua Qianxue replied. "I've been living here alone these past few years; no one dares to disturb."
When she spoke those words.
Hua Qianxue's tone sounded calm, but a bit unnatural.
Even Elder Yang had never come in here.
Yet Ye Chen did.
Even slept!
Ye Chen said, "Thank you."
