Wanqing's POV
[Hours before Anning regained consciousness]
The room had never been this quiet in a while.
The physician had left immediately after he finished administering the antidote, leaving behind a few instructions and drugs I could give tiger if she woke up with a stomachache. Han Luo had positioned himself outside the room, refusing to go rest. While I remained exactly where I had been since we returned back from the festival.
Beside Tiger.
The floor was a bit uncomfortable, yet I couldn't bring myself to stand.
My gaze moved to the figure that laid unmoving on my bed. Anning looked different now, her face that was once filled with life looked pale.
Even in her sleep, her breathing was yet to become steady. Every now and then, she would shift as though she was uncomfortable.
The physician had said the poison was out of her system now, and yet, she still wouldn't wake up. My grip on the wet rag I had in hand tightened.
