Gu Xiaoer opened her eyes and felt a heavy head, her gaze fixating blankly on the ceiling. Before she could think of anything, she heard the gradually approaching footsteps and voices outside.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
"Luoli, her body is not in serious trouble, just her subconscious is sleeping, you..."
"Just tell me when she can wake up!"
The man's voice was fraught with frustration in the end.
Gu Xiaoer's eyebrows faintly furrowed, and she slowly closed her eyes again.
The door to the ward opened, and she could hear two sets of male footsteps entering, then a burning gaze fixed on her. She knew it was Han Luoli.
With her eyes closed, she refused to speak.
Her mind was a mess, with something broken slowly piecing itself together, yet it was as if there was a heavy gauze separating her from clarity.
Ah, her head hurt.
Soon, her hand was held by a warm, large palm.
Gu Xiaoer's blood flow felt somewhat sluggish.
