Chushuang's voice wasn't particularly melodious, but the merfolk song could captivate one's soul. Bai Ruozhu, whose eyes were tightly shut on the bed, seemed to have heard it, and her complexion appeared less ghastly.
As the song ended, Chushuang spoke, "This song can soothe the spirit. Hopefully, when she wakes up again, she won't have a headache."
Jiang Yichun looked at Bai Ruozhu with concern. He felt uneasy inside, with a vague sense of foreboding.
Fearing that Bai Ruozhu might have another episode, he stayed by her side all night without closing his eyes.
At the break of dawn, she finally let out a faint groan and slowly opened her eyes.
"Where is this?" she asked in a faint voice, somewhat cold.
"At the inn." Jiang Yichun grasped her hand, "How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"
Bai Ruozhu suddenly showed a look of panic and yanked back her hand that he was holding, "Who are you?"
Jiang Yichun was stunned, "Ruozhu, you don't remember me?"
