Finally, under Shi Feiyang's attentive care, a few days later, Yili's complexion gradually regained a touch of color.
Her breathing became a bit more steady, and her once weak pulse started to gain strength.
Shi Feiyang was overjoyed; he held Yili's hand tightly, his eyes moist, and tears welled up in his eyes as he murmured, "Yili, you finally woke up, you finally woke up..."
Yet, Yili still had her eyes tightly closed, immersed in slumber, but the signs of life had returned to her, akin to new buds breaking through the soil in spring, full of life and hope.
Shi Feiyang stayed by Yili's side, caring day and night, as if guarding the most precious treasure in the world.
In the morning, the first ray of sunlight was like gentle fingers, piercing through the thin mist, and casting upon the tent.
Shi Feiyang was already up, walked out of the tent, and the beauty of Four Sisters Mountain was revealed unreservedly in the morning light.
