An Ziqing fell asleep and didn't wake up until dinner time.
When she woke up, her whole body hurt so much that she had lost any feeling.
She was wearing a silk robe, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ling Chuan.
He was staring at her, seemingly without blinking.
His eyes were also filled with noticeable bloodshot veins.
"Chouchou..." She habitually called him by his nickname.
Ling Chuan was used to it, gently holding her hand in his palm.
Because her hand was covered with needle marks.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked her softly.
"It doesn't hurt!" she asked him, "Have all the trackers on my body been removed?"
"They've been removed! What about your eyes, do they hurt?"
"They don't hurt either!" An Ziqing said.
Actually, they hurt a lot, even closing her eyes was painful.
But whenever he asked, she would say it didn't hurt.
Ling Chuan didn't ask anymore.
