Limeng's eyes instantly welled up with tears, his throat moving as a torrent of unspoken words clogged his chest, finally breaking out into a hurried, low shout: "Xiao Chen! Time it! Give me the logbook! Jingyi, how are you feeling? Is anything uncomfortable? Dizzy? Nauseous?" He snatched the logbook away, his hands trembling slightly from nervousness, his eyes locked onto Jingyi's face, not missing the slightest change in her expression.
Baizhu stepped forward immediately as well, pressing three fingers against Jingyi's slender wrist, concentrating intensely on her pulse with a solemn expression.
Time crawled on by the second in the sultry air at the edge of the desert, feeling longer than ever before.
Chapter 71