Clad in patient's garments, Galuo lay on the bed by the wall, her gaze vacantly observing the drizzle outside the window through the glass.
This place was still Li Ang's house, a residence in Golden City Square bestowed by Emperor Yu. The property actually covered a significant area, but it had only been inhabited by Li Ang and Chai Chai, leaving many annexes filled with assorted items—such as antiques and artworks worth thousands, even tens of thousands, of strings of coins.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
The knocking on the door resounded. Qiu Feng, by telekinesis, carried a tray bearing medicine and walked in with measured steps.
"How are you feeling?"
Qiu Feng set down the tray, removed the lid from the medicine jar, and the strong scent of herbal medicine immediately permeated the room.
"Not bad."
Galuo tilted her head, feeling her body. "It's just that the wound on my stomach feels a bit itchy."
"Let me take a look."
