She opened her eyes warily, but what came into view wasn't some flower thief, but Cen Lizhui's face magnified countless times. Chen Muxue was first startled by the close proximity and gasped, but soon she inexplicably calmed down.
"It's you, what happened to me?" Chen Muxue tried hard to recall, but every time she got close to the memory right before losing consciousness, her brain felt like it was being fiercely stabbed by countless needles, and after several attempts, she gave up trying to remember.
Cen Lizhui carefully scrutinized Chen Muxue, afraid of missing any clue, not even realizing the distance between them.
Chen Muxue was still suffering from a headache, the stabbing pain in her brain made her squint involuntarily, having no interest in looking at the person in front of her.
Cen Lizhui finally snapped back to reality, noticing her discomfort, he hesitated: "Does it hurt a lot?"
