Xie Ruotong opened her eyes just as dawn was about to break.
"Awake?" Lin Qianyu asked her gently from the side.
Xie Ruotong nodded.
She stretched languidly, "What time is it now?"
"The third watch of the morning (around 3-5am)," Lin Qianyu answered.
"Have I slept that long?"
"You slept quite well," Lin Qianyu smiled.
Xie Ruotong moved her body and stood up from the chair.
She glanced at Xie Ruilin, noticing the blood beneath her that had flowed and covered the floor.
The deathly pallor of her bloodless cheeks, and her motionless figure, made Xie Ruotong think for a moment that Xie Ruilin had already died.
She went over and put her fingers under Xie Ruilin's nose.
To her surprise, there was still a faint breath.
She turned her gaze to Song Yanqing and approached him, "Xie Ruilin is not dead yet."
Song Yanqing moved his eyelids and looked up at her.
"Still unwilling to talk?" Xie Ruotong asked.
Song Yanqing nodded.
