A Contented Expression

Rubbing his forehead, Chu Qi was about to lie back down when Ji'er's cries rang out again, even more clearly this time.

As the cries grew nearer and nearer, Chu Qi threw back the covers in alarm and got out of bed barefoot.

He was so distressed that he could not precisely avoid the furniture in the room, and he knocked over several objects as he fumbled about.

Lu Liangwei arrived in front of Chu Qi's room with a howling Ji'er, only to hear a cacophony of objects crashing coming from inside, which sounded rather unnerving in the quiet night.

Glancing at Long Yang over her shoulder, she was about to open her mouth when the doors were yanked open from the inside.

The boy appeared in the doorway, dressed in a white inner garment. His jet-black hair straggled over his shoulders, and his eyes were still covered in bandages. Tilting his head, he listened for a moment to identify where Ji'er was, then reached out and groped around. "Ji'er?"