The hospital room remained silent for a long time.
Pop.
On the ceiling, the burnt-out medicinal candle burst with one last spark and extinguished completely, leaving only a wisp of smoke swirling gently beneath the ceiling.
A few sprites dashed into the hospital room like the wind, replacing the burnt-out medicinal candle, and then disappeared like the wind again, busying themselves with something early in the morning.
"Thank you."
Zheng Qing said dryly, although his eyes were on the retreating backs of those sprites, the words in his heart were directed at the greedy Yellow Flowered Cat.
Despite sounding somewhat old-fashioned, the Yellow Flowered Cat's previous words provided Zheng Qing a bit of comfort—it might have just been the relief of venting—but the nightmare moments earlier felt increasingly distant, and even the sea demons' song was nearly vanishing.
