Yu Longting's handsome face cracked a smile, "Thinking about it this way, the residual blood isn't so bad."
I turned and ran out, dashing into Xiao Li's room.
On the bed, Xiao Li was still wearing her blood-stained clothes.
Her complexion was still extremely pale, but the black corpse poison on her fingernails had faded away.
Her sweat-soaked bangs clung to her semi-translucent forehead while she was still in a deep slumber.
Sitting by the bed, Beichen's expression was grim.
I took a deep breath and approached to ask, "Has Xiao Li taken the antidote?"
"She has. That elixir can neutralize all poisons and replenish the body; she's essentially out of danger now." The news was good, but Beichen's voice was hoarse.
My heart inexplicably felt heavy, "Then... why hasn't she woken up yet?"
