What did you see?

Ning Feng wanted to ask, but the alarm bell rang in his heart told him not to be curious at this time.

If he still wants to live longer.

There is too much involved here, and it will not be good for you to ask too many questions.

Following his inner choice, Ning Feng did not answer, but struggled to sit up.

"...Shireen?"

Confused after returning to consciousness, Ning Feng was sluggish for a few seconds, looked around, and spoke weakly:

"This, this is?"

There is no flaw in the control of facial muscles, the frequency of breathing, or even the feeling of panic but relief.

Maybe some people haven't noticed it, but those who let others die generally don't end well.

After looking carefully but not finding any flaws, Shirin slowly withdrew her gaze and looked down at the hands the two of them were still holding until now.

After silently casting several purification spells in succession, Shirin controlled her expression and said as if nothing had happened:

"This is my room. Your injuries are basically under control. As long as you rest more, you should be able to recover soon."

Gently taking her hand away, Shireen stood up calmly.
Chapter completed!