Although Xue Zhao's eyelids quivered slightly, she then sank into stillness, as if falling into an even deeper sleep.
Ye Qingchen's brows were tightly knitted, his heart filled with anxiety.
He reached out and gently tapped Xue Zhao's forehead, calling her name: "Xue Zhao, wake up, Xue Zhao…"
But Xue Zhao still didn't give any response, continuing to lie there quietly, as if that slight tremor just now had only been Ye Qingchen's imagination.
Ye Qingchen couldn't help feeling puzzled. This shouldn't be happening. There was no longer anything abnormal in Xue Zhao's body, so why couldn't she wake up?
Outside the door.
Qi Tian paced back and forth anxiously, glancing into the room from time to time.
His face was full of worry and unease, his eyes flickering with urgent concern.
After a long time, there was still no movement inside.
"What's wrong with Miss? Why isn't she waking up?" Qi Tian muttered to himself, his voice carrying a faint tremor.
