Mo Yunchen's thin lips were tightly pressed together when he suddenly cried out in thirst. Su Qing glanced at Mo Yunchen, and a sense of heartache welled up within her. She took out a cup of Spirit Stream Water from her space and fed it to Mo Yunchen.
"Here, drink, the water is here."
Perhaps it was the familiar scent he detected, or perhaps he felt 'Qin Qin' was by his side, the comatose Mo Yunchen opened his mouth in relief, allowing Su Qing to feed the Spirit Stream Water into his mouth.
The Spirit Stream Water had a naturally sweet taste. Mo Yunchen gripped Su Qing's hand tightly, "Qinqin, Qinqin."
