Xia Ling felt that she had just woken up from a really long dream. It had battle noises, messy lights, limitless fog, as well as a fearsome devil holding a green medicine bottle in his hand. She desperately ran and ran for an unknown period of time before she tripped and fell down a cliff, descending into an abyss of darkness.
She woke up in shock all of a sudden.
What came into view was a handsome man's face.
As she stared into his deep and silent eyes filled with concern, clarity returned to her mind.
Where was she? She wanted to speak, but she panicked as she realized that she was still mute.
"Don't worry Xiao Ling, the doctor has already checked out your throat and concluded that there is still a chance of recovery. Trust me, I will definitely make sure that you are cured." He attempted to comfort her with his warm voice.
She stared at him with uncertainty. Is that so?
