"It's okay, even recovering a little is good," Hua Ling said.
"Ah..." Zhan Sheng also grabbed his head in pain, and everyone looked at him nervously, waiting for the final result.
After what seemed like an eternity, Zhan Sheng's head finally stopped hurting, and he gradually calmed down. But he seemed very tired, too exhausted to open his eyes.
"Zhan Sheng, Zhan Sheng?" Hua Ling called him, "Did you remember anything?"
Hearing his voice, Zhan Sheng wanted to open his eyes but still felt very tired, with no energy at all.
Countless shadowy images seemed to flash in his mind, but he couldn't grasp any of them...
"Zhan Sheng?" Hua Ling continued to call him; his voice felt distant yet somehow familiar.
Zhan Sheng slowly opened his eyes, took a glance at him, and then fell into a deep sleep.
"Sis, what's wrong with him?!" Hua Ling hurriedly asked Mo Jun.
