What A Waste

"Jing'er!"

Laying down powerlessly, Yan Jingya forced a smile. What she saw was blurry as if she was under water. "Father…"

She looked at her fingers; they hardly flinched. Trying to feel her legs and arms but numbness had rooted deeply, like a rusty knife that had long been neglected.

Yan Qiyi patted Yan Jingya softly then said with a smile. "How's your feeling?"

Frowning, Yan Jingya noticed a blurry figure behind Yan Qiyi. As she inhaled and exhaled, the blurry figure became clearer.

She furrowed her eyebrows then tossed a pouting glance at Yan Qiyi. Seeing this, Yan Qiyi laughed awkwardly. "This young scholar is the one who cure you. Be kind to him."

"She hasn't fully recovered yet." Mao Nianzu interrupted. "Until she can walk and cultivate normally, she won't be healed."