Luo Ziling lay down, and Yang Qingyin also sat by his bed.
She still felt very weak, so much so that even strong stimuli like biting her tongue or pinching her flesh in an effort to stay awake couldn't dispel the heavy drowsiness in her head.
Thinking harder only made the sensation of heaviness in her head stronger.
She knew that her dazed appearance would cost her points, but she was unable to change it.
She really wanted to lie down like Luo Ziling and rest well, closing her eyes and not thinking about anything.
But she knew she couldn't do that. If she did, she would be considered rude by Ling Ruonan and the others.