"Tutu, wake up quickly, Ah Lin misses you."
The Gu Yelin buried in An Yiqing's palm hadn't noticed that on her other wrist, inside that ancient-looking bracelet, a faintly gleaming silver light flashed and disappeared.
At this moment, An Yiqing, who had been in deep sleep, was completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world; her Spiritual Sense was now in a vast expanse of white, where nothing around her could be seen clearly.
Where was this? Where was she? Wasn't she just in the operating room?
That's right, the operating room! How was her second brother's injury?!
An Yiqing's heart jolted, recalling the words Ye Chenghong had spoken to her before she lost consciousness, and she felt somewhat relieved.
Thank goodness, second brother was saved!
With a sigh of relief, An Yiqing looked around, but she could see no boundaries anywhere.
