When Gu Jiao woke up, she found herself lying on a dry, comfortable bed.
She raised her head, looked around, and recognized that she was in her boudoir at the medical hall. She tried to shift her body and found that she was in pain all over.
"Are you awake?"
Xiao Liulang's voice softly drifted from above her head.
However, as she was laying flat, her neck movement was limited and she couldn't see him at the moment.
"Don't move, I'll come to you." Xiao Liulang advanced a few steps, sat down on the edge of her bed, and carefully dabbed the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, "Does it hurt?"
"No pain," she replied.
The pain in her body couldn't bother her— she was used to it, and didn't think much of it.
She looked around restlessly.
Seeing her being uneasy, Xiao Liulang couldn't help but raise the sternness in his voice, "You've been seriously injured, don't move around recklessly."