"Mother!" Feng Wuya's face changed, and he hurried forward.
He wanted to support her but hesitated for a moment.
Although the Consort had spat out blood, she hadn't expected her son to still be concerned for her in her time of danger.
This realization excited her so much that, even though she was spitting blood, she felt overwhelmingly stirred inside.
"Wuya…" Her lips trembled as she looked at him.
Yet, Feng Wuya had already concealed all his emotions, his face showing no sign of disturbance.
He didn't want to admit that he still cared about her!
This mother had been too cruel to Ali!
He had long since given up on her.
"How is Ali?" That was the only thing he was concerned about now.
The surprise in the Consort's eyes gradually faded away.
Looking down at Chu Qianli, who was still trapped in a nightmare, her complexion also changed.
"She can't wake up…"
"What do you mean?" Feng Wuya was anxious.