In just a dozen minutes, Liancheng Yanzhi seemed to have come back to life.
She was still thin, and there was still pain in her eyes, but now, there was more hope than anything else.
To them, Xizeer's words were like a lifeline.
They could only cling to it for dear life; they had to.
Xizeer said, "Meow is my own little sister. Everything I'm doing, I should be doing. With the relationship between our two families, you really don't need to be so polite with me."
Liancheng Yanzhi patted Xizeer's shoulder and didn't say anything more.
Xizeer said, "You two should go back. Aunt Rong Yan isn't in good condition; she can't be left alone."
His Highness sighed. "Uncle Xia Mu said my mom won't wake up so easily. It takes time. She's already much better today—this is the first time in two months that I've seen my mom cry."
Liancheng Yanzhi gazed up at the sky and said, "Honestly, I even hope that before Meow is found, she just stays like this. That way… she won't hurt anymore."
