It was already the morning of the following day when Ning Shuqian woke up. Her wound didn't hurt so much like the previous night anymore. Probably because the painkillers had worn off, she still felt that the wound was unbearably painful.
"Aunt Ning, you're awake!" Xia Ruya's pale face blushed slightly with wholesome joy.
Ning Shuqian looked pale and weak. Due to the blood loss, her real age showed up evidently. She looked at the Xia Ruya beside her and asked, "Silly child, why are you here?"
Xia Ruya bit her lips and said, "Uncle Wen called me in the morning and asked me to come over to accompany you. Only then did I know that something happened to you!"
"Where's your Uncle Wen?" Ning Shuqian saw that her huge almond eyes were slightly puffy with faint traces of tears on her pale face, which looked worried and felt very touched.