Jianyu didn't even realize how tense he'd been until he heard that weak, raspy insult.
He huffed out a sharp breath, something between a laugh and an exasperated sigh, and shook his head. "Asshole."
Zhenfeng didn't reply, his eyes barely open, but there was a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His breathing was still shallow, but at least he is now awake. That is good. That meant he is still alive.
Qi Qi let out a relieved sigh of her own before pushing herself up. "He's stable for now, it seems," she murmured. "But he needs food and rest."
Jianyu nodded, but Qi Qi was already moving, heading toward the door. He frowned. "Where are you going?"
She glanced back, her expression wry. "Chengxin and I need to let the others know he's okay. You barged in here like he was on his last breath—people are freaking out."