Sun Ce had no knowledge of the elderly man's speculations; he just felt he was feeling better, probably able to hold on for a while longer.
He gently pushed open the door of the hospital room, where the blue-haired woman slept unprotected in bed.
Shiyu Ling's face looked tender when her eyes were closed, betraying none of her usual fierce woman demeanor, nor did she resemble the exaggerated expression of the adventurer. She seemed like the sister who grew up a few years before you in the neighborhood, always joking with you, occasionally arguing over childish topics, but when you were bullied by the bad kids on the way home from school, she would run over angrily, waving her backpack to scare the bullies away.