The thick scent of medicine seeped through the crack of the door.
Xi Jiu immediately pushed the door open and was the first to rush into the room, setting his eyes on Ruan Qi as she slid down the wall.
His pupils contracted sharply as he hurried over to support her.
"Are you okay?"
Ruan Qi, weakly leaning into his embrace, shook her head without strength.
"I'm fine, just drained."
The young girl's voice was soft and powerless, her complexion somewhat pale.
This treatment had been too taxing on her mind and spirit, and her body was a little overextended.
Xi Jiu's eyebrows knitted together with concern.
He bent down to scoop the young girl up onto the couch and pulled a couple of cushions for her to lean on comfortably.
Xi Xiaoyun passed over a cup of warm water.
Xi Jiu, with one arm around Ruan Qi and the other holding the cup, carefully helped her to drink.
After a few sips, Ruan Qi finally caught her breath.