He breathed a sigh of relief when she finished drinking it all and her furrowed brows relaxed, watching her trembling eyelashes.

He's probably about to wake up.

And just as he expected, after blinking her eyelashes for a while, Xiao Qiao Mei opened her eyes.

From her pupils, Ao Cang could only see his figure shrouded in a cloud of white mist, and a look of confusion and fear.

She struggled to get out of his arms, looking at him warily and asking, "Are you... are you a ghost?"

How could a person not even be seen in human form?

Ao Cang shook her head, looking down at his current incoherent state, and replied, "You should know very well who I am. Weren't you praying in your heart that I would come to save you? Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

Xiao Qiaomei's mind was a little confused.

After a long moment of stunned silence, a startling light flashed in his dark eyes as he exclaimed incredulously, "You are...you are the Dragon God?!"

Ao Cang nodded: "It's me. How are you feeling now?"

Seeing that Ao Cang had agreed, Xiao Qiao Mei sat up straight awkwardly and subconsciously checked her appearance.

Upon looking at her, she realized that she was still wearing the red funeral dress that only the dead wear, and her hair was still wet; she must look terrible.

Biting her lower lip, feeling inferior and not daring to look at the white mist again, she introduced herself: "Dragon God, thank you for saving me. My name is Qiao Mei, Qiao and Mei."

As she spoke, she began to write crookedly on the nearby wet mud with a twig, her whole being extremely tense.

Let's plant a seed for something~

A side note: This 10,000-word update is finally over! Enjoy!