However, Li Qingshen hadn't fully fallen asleep when he heard a faint, soft moan. It slightly roused him from sleep, and he pricked up his ears. After a while, he heard the moan again, coming from Ling Momo, who wasn't far from him. Li Qingshen immediately sat up.
Another delicate, shallow moan reached him, and Li Qingshen quickly turned on the flashlight beside him. As he turned his head, he saw Ling Momo curled up into a ball, lying there with her eyes closed and her face pale.
"Momo?" Li Qingshen called out Ling Momo's name and swiftly moved to her side. He reached out to touch her forehead and found nothing amiss.
Ling Momo, in so much pain that she struggled to catch her breath, instinctively reached out and clutched Li Qingshen's hand tightly. She grasped with such strength, showing no intention of relaxing, and her grip continually increased.
