Once all the protective charms are used up, they will naturally backfire on you.

Thinking this, Wen Li felt another wave of discomfort. She looked at Wen Tingsong and wondered how long she had been unconscious. Her father had even developed a few strands of white hair at his temples.

Similarly, Huo Yinghuai and his brothers all looked extremely tired.

Wen Li said guiltily, "I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine."

"It's alright, it's alright," Wen Tingsong murmured, his eyes red-rimmed.

Wen Li said, "The situation was special that day, and I didn't tell my father and brothers. I'm sorry."

She suddenly fainted, and her family was extremely worried.

Then Wen Li glanced at Huo Yinghuai again and added, "I'm sorry, I made you worry too."

The heavy weight that had been pressing on everyone's hearts has been lifted.

Besides, can they blame Wen Li for this?

From the very beginning, Wen Li said that since she had this ability, she should protect more people.

No one could bring themselves to say anything blaming. Looking at his daughter's pale face, Wen Tingsong felt nothing but heartache: "Why are you saying sorry? You should focus on getting better now."

Wen Li nodded, then suddenly asked, "How are Third Brother and those people from Hetou Village doing?"

"Your third brother is recovering after surgery. The casualties in Hetou Village are heavy, but the death toll is four or five thousand fewer than the experts estimated."

Wen Li breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that everyone is alright."

Her efforts were not in vain.

Seeing that Wen Li was very tired, everyone still called the dean. After all the examinations were completed, Wen Li finally fell into a deep sleep.