Hua Country.
Capital City.
Somewhere in the Imperial Palace.
Sun Li sat by the hospital bed, phone in hand, bored out of her mind. She would occasionally glance at Xia Chan, who was wearing an oxygen mask, then stare back at her screen to mutter complaints about an author's slow updates.
Actually, she had wanted to go to the front lines with the Martial Combatants Coalition. But Lu Nianjiao had asked her to stay here and watch over Xia Chan.
Sigh, this is mind-numbingly boring. I wonder how Yueyue and Xiao Yi are doing on the front lines. But I heard that Xiu showed up too. If he's there, there's probably nothing to worry about, right?
Thinking of that man, Sun Li couldn't help but reveal a sweet, silly smile.
COUGH, COUGH...
A faint cough from the bed suddenly shattered Sun Li's thoughts.
Her expression brightened. She quickly put down her phone and turned to look, only to find that Xia Chan had already opened her eyes.
