After such an ordeal, Chu Qingmeng was completely exhausted, sleeping for a full day and a night before slowly waking up. Her throat felt as if it were on fire, so hoarse she could not make a sound.
Hearing a light tap, Chu Qingmeng knocked on the edge of the bed as she saw Mo Liujin staring fixedly at the play of light and shadow on the floor. Mo Liujin snapped back to reality. Seeing Chu Qingmeng awake with clear eyes and a frail expression, all the emotions he had suppressed for days finally broke through. He gave a muffled laugh as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. Seeing him like this, Chu Qingmeng suddenly smiled, feeling as though she and Mo Liujin had somehow traded places. She was either getting hurt or on her way to getting hurt, while Mo Liujin was weeping tears of joy over escaping a death trap.
Hearing the commotion, the four men in the outer room rushed in, followed by Feiying and Feiling. Quansi immediately slid to his knees to check Chu Qingmeng's pulse. Letting out a sigh of relief, he thought: *Good, good. Just take a few more pills to replenish Qi and blood, and the Ninth Lord will be fine, and our little lives will be saved.* He then fished several bottles of Qi-replenishing pills from his bundle, handed them to Feiying, and instructed him to keep a close eye on them and make sure no one swapped them out. Feiying solemnly promised he would.
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