Hearing Top Scholar Lv's ignorant and superstitious remarks, Li Huowang let out a long sigh of relief and slumped heavily into his chair. The vanished sun has returned. No matter what, this calamity is finally over.
Once the taut string in his heart finally slackened, he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he was startled by the slippery sensation of thick soup in his mouth.
The soft support behind his head and the familiar, faint fragrance at his nose made Li Huowang instantly realize whose arms he was in. "Miaomiao."
Bai Lingmiao didn't respond, silently continuing to feed him chicken soup.
"I'm not crippled, just a little tired." Li Huowang struggled to sit up, took the bowl, and gulped down the soup.
Apart from being blind, Li Huowang's body hadn't suffered much damage. The source of his utter exhaustion wasn't his body, but his mind.
