But upon focusing, a faint breathing sound could be heard inside the room.
Mo Ji furrowed his brows, yet eventually pushed the window open and entered.
The twilight followed him in, bringing a layer of hazy light into the room.
The person lay on the bed, motionless, breath weak and erratic.
Mo Ji darted to the bedside and unexpectedly met a pair of bright eyes.
She was awake, her eyes filled with a familiar sly triumph, as if saying, got you again.
Mo Ji lowered his gaze to check her pulse.
The pulse was chaotic, indeed showing internal injuries.
"Heart pulse is unstable, you mustn't force martial arts practice," Mo Ji said blandly.
There were internal injuries, but not caused by him.
Hua Jian looked at him with a cheeky smile, showing no sign of remorse.
Still so mischievous.
Mo Ji said nothing further, pulling her up and placing his palm against her back to use his Inner Strength to help her heal her internal injuries.
