Ye Fan opened his eyes once again, and it was already the next morning.
Although this life-and-death duel with Dong Ziqi was not as dire as the previous assassination attempt by Dong Ziqi, it had still nearly cost him his life.
However, he had finally avenged himself this time.
Not only that, but through this brush with death, his martial artist's heart had grown even more resolute and fearless.
"Are you awake?" A pleasant and gentle voice reached his ears, Ye Fan turned his head and saw Lin Yuehua sitting beside his bed, her beautiful face full of joy and excitement.
Ye Fan opened his mouth to ask what time it was, only to find that opening his mouth and breathing pulled at the muscles in his chest, causing a wave of intense pain that made him frown.
Lin Yuehua, seeing the sudden look of pain on Ye Fan's face, immediately pressed gently against him and said, "Don't move. Your body is full of injuries. Are you thirsty? Let me get you some water."
