Little Beast Bai Bai was startled awake by the sound of the horn.
"How did I fall asleep." she muttered softly.
The War God said tenderly, "I must go now."
Little Beast Bai Bai looked at his wound, which was still bleeding; it hadn’t healed at all!
"You’re lying, your injury isn’t healed!"
The War God didn’t answer directly, "I must go now."
Little Beast Bai Bai clung to the blood-stained armor of the War God, her nose souring as she sobbed, "I want to be with you, don’t leave."
If the Ancient Taotie was so formidable, managing to wound him so badly just by fighting alone, what if three Ancient Fierce Beasts attacked together? Could he possibly come back alive?
The War God looked up at the sky; the sky was foggy, obscuring the Heavens’ secrets, but with his current Cultivation, he could still glimpse a few threads of fate.
"I will not die in this battle."
"When I come back, I’ll make grilled meat for you."
"The meat of the Ancient Taotie, it’s very nourishing."
Little Beast Bai Bai’s eyes widened: "I... I don’t want to eat my own kind!"
The War God met her round, clear eyes, as clear as glazed stones, and he smiled gently, a smile infused with a touch of relaxation and pleasure.
He still left, and Little Beast Bai Bai, no matter how she chased, couldn’t catch up, trapped inside the barrier of light.
Little Beast Bai Bai lay limp on the grass, boneless, biting into the grass before spitting it out again.
The lawn was nibbled bare by her. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but she refused to close her eyes, stubbornly fighting the Sandman, waiting for that person to come back.
The sound of the horn would blare and then stop, stop and then blare again, but that person never had the chance to return.
Day turned to night and night turned to day.
Finally, Little Beast Bai Bai lost the battle, closing her heavy eyelids.
Before falling asleep, she thought: When I wake up, I will see the War God; he is coming back soon...
"Wake up, please wake up..." A voice filled with deep concern echoed in her ears, incessant.
"So noisy..." she muttered.
The voice quieted down.
She felt her hand being held, tightly clasped in someone else’s palm.
She moved her fingers, trying to pull her hand away.
Because the hand holding hers was so hot!
"Jinyan, stop staying by the bedside, take the fever reducer first," Gu Lanxin fed the medicine and a cup of water to her son’s lips.
Hua Jinyan tightly pressed his lips together.
If you fall ill, who’s going to watch over her?"
At those words, Hua Jinyan’s resolve softened, and his lips parted.
Taking the opportunity, Gu Lanxin stuffed the pill into his mouth, followed by two sips of water, only then did she feel relieved.
Gu Lanxin looked at the girl on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, mumbling little sounds, and sighed softly.
The cause of the coma was undetermined; that was the most troubling part, for without a cause, they couldn’t treat her condition properly.
The doctor arrived at the room front, and Gu Lanxin hurried out, asking, "Do we need to run more tests?"
The doctor shook his head: "All necessary tests have been done with no issues found. We suspect she may have eaten something containing a sleeping agent. What did she eat today?"
Gu Lanxin recalled the chocolate she gave her and said uncertainly, "Could the chocolate be the problem?"
"Where is the chocolate?"
Gu Lanxin quickly went back into the room to fetch the chocolate.
The doctor took the chocolate: "We’ll wait for the test results."
Gu Lanxin nodded, watching the doctor leave.
Returning to the room, Gu Lanxin met her son’s icy gaze and, startled, asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Hua Jinyan lowered his eyes, hiding the sharp coldness within, and asked gravely, "Was the chocolate bought by Mr. R?"
Gu Lanxin recalled, "It was bought from a locally renowned artisanal chocolate shop; it was originally for you."