Feng Xiyun's corpse was dragged out of the camp.
Inside Gao Ziyue's tent, Feng Xiyun's blood had also been cleaned away.
As if this person had never appeared at all.
Everything she had done was nothing more than a farce.
Especially now.
Gao Ziyue had regained consciousness.
After taking the antidote, because his body had been excessively weak for the past two days, by the time he woke again, it was already the next day.
By then, everyone was so exhausted that they had fallen asleep wherever they leaned or lay.
An Ning was also sitting on a chair beside him, utterly spent.
She caught the faintest sound.
An Ning snapped her eyes open.
She turned her gaze over and saw Gao Ziyue looking somewhat blankly at everything before him. Having suddenly sobered, he clearly did not quite understand what had happened to him, or why there were so many people in his tent.
An Ning hurriedly stood up.
Her body was a little weak.
As she rose, she abruptly sat back down again.
