Xiang Xuehai had been unconscious for three days.
During these three days, I kept watch by her bedside, never once leaving her side. The Kunlun medicine master came every day to change her dressings, shaking his head each time to say the cold poison had been cleared and she simply needed time to recover from the excessive blood loss. Master Qingyang visited several times, but the way he looked as if he wanted to say something yet held back made my skin crawl.
On the fourth morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the window lattice, Xiang Xuehai’s fingers finally twitched.
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