"Chen Mo, you're awake?!"
Li Yuan's face lit up with surprise, and she extended two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes, "How many?"
It's said that many patients with soul loss, even if they are lucky enough to awaken, will still be left with various sequelae.
Some suffer from memory loss, no longer recognizing their kin, while others experience a regression in intellect, becoming no smarter than a five-year-old child... However, Chen Mo just called out her name, which seems to indicate his memory is still intact.
"..."
Chen Mo stared at the bouncing chest, feeling somewhat parched in the throat, he said, "Two... Stop shaking them, I feel a bit dizzy."
Certain that Chen Mo had not become an idiot, Li Yuan finally relaxed.
A night breeze blew in through the window, and feeling a chill on his skin, Chen Mo suddenly realized something was amiss.
Following his gaze, she looked down and her expression instantly turned stiff.
?!
"Ah!"
