The vast sea, Fish-dragon Island.
In a small fishing village, inside a wooden house.
On the bed lay a young swordsman, and beside the bed, a girl in coarse clothes was attentively caring for him.
"It's already been seven days, why haven't you woken up yet?"
Little Butterfly wiped Ling Chen's hands and feet with a handkerchief. It had been seven days since they had rescued Ling Chen from the sea, yet he remained in a coma, motionless, let alone regaining consciousness.
Even though she spoke thus, Ling Chen's body remained still, like a rigid corpse.
"Sigh, you must wake up, or all my hard work these days will be in vain."
Little Butterfly sighed softly.
She placed the handkerchief into a basin of water and was about to leave when suddenly, Ling Chen's hand moved slightly, causing her to return to her position at once.
After his arm moved, Ling Chen's eyes slowly opened.
