Alex Cong slowly opened her eyes and felt her limbs were sore and weak.
"Awake?" Tony Cheng's steady voice made Alex Cong feel particularly at ease. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed Tony Cheng's arm.
Tony Cheng asked: "How do you feel?"
Alex Cong struggled to sit up and found himself lying on a very clean bed. Looking around, many of the furnishings in the room were covered with dust, but the bed felt soft and dry. He shook his head, "A little tired, but okay." He remembered what happened before he fainted and asked hurriedly, "How is Abu?"
Tony Cheng's face didn't look good. "He's not dead. He's sleeping."
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