Anyway, he accepted it at that time and started to gobble it down. At the moment when the Artemisia cake entered his mouth, the glaring sunlight beside Wa Yiting gradually dimmed. He lifted his eyelids and could finally make out the vague figure behind her…
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"Sir… sir…"
A series of urgent calls sounded beside his ears. Shen Ting rubbed his still groggy forehead, lifted his head, and looked at the few people in front of him.
"Sir, are you alright?" The hotel manager stood by the bed, relieved to see Shen Ting finally awake. Although a doctor had already checked him, and fever-reducing medicine was given, he still asked, "Is there anywhere you're still uncomfortable? Should we take you to the hospital?"
Shen Ting sluggishly glanced over at him, then at Wa Yiting standing behind him, and shook his head: "No need, thank you. I'd like to be alone for a while."
