"Water... water..."
Li Zhiwei lay weakly on the bed, uttering faint words, his whole body in a semi-conscious state. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but his eyelids were terribly heavy, no matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn't open them.
The injuries Li Zhiwei sustained were too severe, to the point of threatening his life. If he didn't heal quickly, allowing his wounds to worsen like this, he would really die.
Splash!
A sound of water being poured came, and in Li Zhiwei's hazy state, he only felt himself being lifted up, with a large amount of clear water being poured into his mouth. This made him feel slightly better, and his eyes gradually opened.
"Xiao... Xiao Jiu?"
Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Li Zhiwei hoarsely spoke, though his voice was full of bitterness, and his mood was even more complex to the extreme.
