Xiang Ying feels drowsy and on the verge of sleep.
She holds onto a trace of consciousness, dives into the space, and swallows anti-inflammatory medicine and antipyretic.
Then she pours saline on her back, causing her to shiver slightly from the pain.
But Jie Chen doesn't know; he just thinks she is cold, so he holds her tightly.
Xiang Ying is aware of all these details.
There is a moment when a touch of sourness snakes through her heart.
She doesn't know where this feeling comes from.
It is just the thought that if Jie Chen had entangled feelings with the original host, the hate he speaks of is actually love.
He loves the original host, then she counts for nothing.
Xiang Ying falls into a deep sleep.
After an unknown period, when she wakes up, Jie Chen has slightly moved his arm that was stiff from being pressed under.
Xiang Ying opens her eyes, groggily asking, "How long have I slept?"
