Nine days. Ran Yan slept only an hour or two each day, watching over Sang Chen without leaving his side.
Over these days, Ran Yan's already slender waist had become even more fragile to grasp. Ge Lan thought that after enduring these past few days, Ran Yan's reactions would be a bit slower, so she sought Liu Qingsong for some sedatives to put in the food. However, Ran Yan had barely lifted her bowl when she detected the trick.
"Ran Yan, Sang Suiyuan has already passed the critical period." Liu Qingsong had conducted a thorough check on Sang Chen and confirmed his condition had stabilized, "He'll probably wake up in the next couple of days."
Ran Yan gave a faint smile and said, "Is that so."
Her gaze shifted away from Sang Chen's pale face to Liu Qingsong, "'Raise a glass to toast the east wind, and let us be at ease together.' This line doesn't seem to be from a poem? What does it mean?"
