The night grew later and later. Yu Tingting and Zhou Xingyan had not slept well the previous night, so after seeing Shang Xixia's recovery today, they both went to bed.
Only the delicate woman, Shang Xixia, remained by the window, gazing out at the dazzling stars winking at her. Her small hand rested on her arm, her lips slightly pursed, her heart filled with deep concern. From time to time, she glanced at her phone and the WeChat notifications.
It wasn't just glancing at WeChat. The young girl repeatedly checked whether there was a network signal or if her phone was malfunctioning. Every moment, she focused intently to ensure both her phone and WeChat were functioning properly.
"Is he really sick? Or is it severe enough that he can't speak anymore?"
