"Impossible. We had made enough preparation, how could it have fallen? How are the survivors? Did they manage to escape?" Feng Xiu asked.
Shaking his head, Rong Qinyu said, "I don't know. When we left, I saw the leaders already leaving in their cars, and the gates were opened."
When she heard this, Feng Xiu clenched her jaw tightly. "Those coward deserters," she muttered through gritted teeth.
Noticing her anger, Rong Qinyu held her wrist and pushed the dagger away from his throat. Taking the dagger, he placed it on the table and said, "Ah Xiu, you have been in a coma for half a month. I made some porridge for you. You should eat something first."
Hearing this, Feng Xiu realized the throbbing pain in her stomach was due to hunger. Although she couldn't trust his words completely, she realized that she didn't feel repulsed by his touch like in the past year.
