After about an hour, Pei Ye felt the stitching on his body gradually stop.
His lips were touched by a warm edge, and only then did he sense the dryness. He opened his eyes to see Qu Xin holding a bowl of warm water by his mouth. Pei Ye lifted his head slightly and slowly drank it all.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"No strength."
"There should be some. Try to move."
Pei Ye lifted his limbs one by one. Indeed, the faint strength was just enough to move his body. He tried to sit up but couldn't, surprised: "But I can't get up."
He twisted his waist on both sides to gain leverage, but his upper body seemed glued to the bed.
"My waist has disappeared," he said.
"You're like a maggot," Qu Xin observed.
"I am not."
"Then why don't you have hands?"
"..." Pei Ye pushed against the bed, laboriously sitting up.
For years, he hadn't needed his limbs' assistance to get out of bed, having nearly forgotten these subconscious actions.
He chuckled awkwardly.
