Suddenly, a faint groan drifted through the air. Though soft, it was piercingly clear in the silence. It was Qingmiao; the sound shattered the stillness.
"Qingmiao, you’re awake?" I asked, my voice thick with concern and surprise. I hurried over, carefully helping her to a sitting position. Her face was still pale, yet her eyes burned with a flicker of resolve.
She cast her gaze around, and when she saw Mu Yanfeng still lying motionless, her expression shifted instantly. "What happened to my master?" she asked anxiously, her words laced with worry. Disregarding her own frailty, she lunged toward him, stumbling in her haste. The sight of her desperation made my heart ache.
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