Ling Yiyi rarely showed humility for once, but then her tone turned serious: "But it's okay, I'll go back and read some books these few days, I should figure it out." Lin Xian's face immediately turned dark.
He wasn't sure if Ling Yiyi was deliberately boasting or if she was being sincere. Lin Xian said helplessly, "Sister Ling, if we wait a few days, Qin Shi's grave might as well have grass growing on it."
"That's true!"
Ling Yiyi nodded, thinking it made a lot of sense.
Not sleeping for seven days has already pushed her body's functions to the brink of collapse, and it's also a huge burden on the mind.
If it drags on further, Qin Shi might end up kicking the bucket.
"Sister Ling, why don't we go see Qin Shi first, and find a way to let her sleep normally," Lin Xian suggested.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yiyi waved her hand and said, "No use, I've already tried these past few days." Lin Xian laughed and said, "Isn't there still me?"
"You?"
