At night, an east wind suddenly rose from Baiyun Mountain. The leaves of the forest on the mountaintop kept blowing.
Because of the hot spring she had soaked in at night, Jian Ai felt much more relaxed. At this time, she was wearing a bathrobe and standing in front of the room window to make a call.
"Sect Master, I've already made arrangements at the hospital. Don't worry," Bai Zhou said.
Jian Ai heaved a sigh of relief and felt that the stone in her heart had fallen to the ground. "Thank you, Bai Zhou."
Jian Ai was telling the truth. To her, only after her mother's illness was resolved could she do other things.
However, her words made him feel particularly terrified. "Sect Master, you're too serious. This is something that we can do."
