Chapter 383 Book 7 Saving the Rebels
Gu Li An, wrapped in a comfortable, woven blanket, opened her eyes to the gentle morning light filtering through a crack in a wooden wall. The room was simple, with a low ceiling and a clean dirt floor. The air smelled of wood smoke and dried herbs. She sat up, a moment of confusion giving way to a sense of profound relief. Her body, which had been wracked with pain and exhaustion before she fainted, felt whole and light. The miraculous water had worked its magic, not just healing her external wounds but rejuvenating her from within.
She noticed a small, folded cloth on a stool beside her bed and a warm bowl of porridge on a small table. A soft, feminine voice spoke from the corner of the room. "You're awake. Don't worry, the porridge is still warm. I prepared it for you."
