Ning Xia felt a surge of sourness well up in her eyes, and without thinking, she raised her head, blinked hard, and took several deep breaths before forcibly suppressing her emotions.
After calming down a bit, she turned around and hurried back to the cabin.
She walked briskly to the room, pushed the door open and entered, and immediately saw the figure lying on the bed; she rushed over to him.
Bo Siyan was lying quietly on the bed, still pale, but his body was no longer cold and... his breathing had become even.
Her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, although it was still very weak, at least it was beating.
He was still alive... still alive...
"You scared me to death, I thought you really left me behind. Lucky for you, you still have a bit of conscience!"
