A quiet night passed.
The next day early in the morning, Li Yu got up as usual for his morning exercise. While heading downstairs, he took the chance to check on the infirmary, where Song Min still hadn't woken up, but her wound had significantly improved.
Seeing Li Yu come in, Song Qi, who had spent the night by the bedside, stood up to greet him. Li Yu saw the bloodshot eyes of the tall and sturdy-looking boy, who, in fact, was still a minor, and felt moved; the patient, Song Min, was his only remaining family in the world.
Another girl was also present, having accompanied them through the night. Li Yu nodded at her as a form of greeting and then left.
The May morning was neither cold nor hot, and a light breeze carried a faint scent of flowers and grass, a refreshing aroma that put Li Yu in a cheerful mood.
