Time passed by second by second, twenty minutes had gone by, yet Jun Moyan still showed no signs of waking up.
His entire skin remained an ashen gray, with no change at all, and the blood oozing from his wounds was still black, emitting a corpse-like stench.
"Why hasn't he woken up yet..."
Wen Xiao'ai asked the drunkard, choking up with tears.
"..." The drunkard remained silent, not speaking.
"Don't worry, wasn't it said to be half an hour? Let's wait a bit more, just a little more..." Qing Yi spoke to comfort everyone, also trying to reassure herself.
Yet, even after forty minutes had passed, he remained the same, not even fluttering his eyelids.
In the room, aside from Wen Xiao'ai's low sobs, there was no other sound.
Everyone was unusually quiet.
They wanted to ask the drunkard what was going on, but seeing the despair in his eyes, they didn't have the courage to ask.
They were all afraid of hearing bad news from the drunkard.
