As for Meng Luoluo, who knows how she was doing? Unclear, unclear; simply put, she was sleepless and exhausted, so it didn't matter.
Supported as she walked out of the room, one of her hands used every ounce of strength to grip He Manting's hand. Even so, the grip remained feeble, completely devoid of force. Her other hand clutched her lower back. Evidently, those four days had been quite a rough ordeal.
Her legs did not tremble as expected, though her steps looked somewhat unsteady, likely the result of the Myriad Forms Spirit Wood providing simple treatment without fully restoring her state. Her eyes were also somewhat hazy, presumably due to a lack of rest.
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