Xu Lingxi's vision swam with pain and blood.
Her cheek pressed into the hot sand as every breath felt like a sharp stab in her ribs.
Slowly and weakly, she forced her head up.
Through a haze of red and grit, she saw him.
Li Qingmu crouched right in front of her as his elbows rested casually on his knees.
His face was only a foot away.
That familiar lazy, half-lidded gaze met hers.
A crooked smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
"Li… Qingmu…?"
She rasped with a small and painful voice.
He tilted his head slightly and his smile widened a bit.
"What are you doing here, Holy Daughter Xu?"
He spoke with a little sarcasm.
"The exam's gonna wrap up soon. Shouldn't you be rushing off to hand in those pill bottles by now?"
He scratched his chin, then gave her a side-eye.
"Or… knowing you, you probably took all the pill bottles just so I wouldn't get even one, hmm?"
Xu Lingxi's eyelids fluttered.
She was too exhausted to muster real anger.
