"Mr. Fan seems to be waking up!"
Eunuch Li's sudden exclamation broke Xie Anjun's train of thought.
Sure enough, Fan Chengzhuo's eyelids seemed to twitch, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
"He's really awake!" Eunuch Li was overjoyed. "Mr. Fan! You're finally awake!"
Fan Chengzhuo's mind was still in a fog.
He took a moment to get his bearings, not yet realizing what had happened, when he heard a voice from beside him, as clear and smooth as a flowing stream.
"Mr. Fan, you're very weak. You shouldn't be moved, so please rest here for now."
'That voice... that voice...'
Fan Chengzhuo instinctively turned his head and saw a beautiful, fair face come into view.
His heart suddenly leaped!
'Ye Chutang!?'
'Why is she here!?'
'Am I still dreaming!?'
Fan Chengzhuo frantically looked around, only to be shocked to find that he was still in Qiyuan Hall—
Even Eunuch Li, Zhao Zhe, Xie Anjun, and the others were still here!
