Two hours later, Su Lio woke up completely. She had woken up a few times in between, but each time she drank some water and then fell into sleep again. When she finally woke up, the first person she saw was Li Yifei. He was sitting on the ground by the bed, leaning against the cabinet, his eyes staring blankly ahead. Su Lio pursed her lips. This time it wasn't the cold acting up, but a severe cold. For ordinary people, a severe cold is a serious matter in a short period; for her, it's a major illness that might even be life-threatening. Seeing Li Yifei looking somewhat fatigued, Su Lio could naturally imagine what Li Yifei had done during this period.
Su Lio's mouth moved slightly as she looked at Li Yifei. She really wanted to ask him to come to bed to rest, but although she was awake, her body was still very weak, and she could only move her fingers.
