Although Sheng Shuihe didn't hesitate to use his internal energy, the ends of his hair were a little damp. After a while, he walked into the inner room with a basin and breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he came in. Sheng Weiqiao was leaning against the back cushion on the bed, covered by the quilt. Her eyes closed, and her breathing was steady. She was already asleep.

He carefully put the basin on the black round incense altar beside the bed. Then he looked at the girl who ...