"Yingbao! Yingbao! Wake up!"
Through a fog of drowsiness, Yingbao thought she heard someone calling her.
After a herculean effort to open her eyes, she saw herself nestled in Wei Zhan's arms, his tears dripping slowly on her face.
"Wei Zhan, what are you doing?" She had only fallen asleep, why was he crying?
Wei Zhan froze, looking down to see Yingbao awake, he was the very image of elation. "My lady, you are finally awake..."
He carefully laid his wife down, rose out of bed, carefully surveyed her, "Are you hungry? Would you like to wash up?"
My lady had been unconscious for two days. Even the doctor could not figure out why, he only suspected that she had fainted.
Yet, no matter how the doctor tried to jolt her to consciousness, she had not awakened, and it had terrified him.
Yingbao sat up slowly, seeing Wei Zhan's unshaven face, his complexion haggard, she couldn't help but wonder, "How long have I slept for?"