I sent Mrs. Qi a short text message. “He does not have a clear mind right now. Wait until he starts to draw a picture. I think he will recover and recognize you. Just wait…”

Mrs. Qi could only wait. However, by looking at her face, I knew she was a little restless.

After taking a bath, Mr. Qi went to his study room, vomiting another mouthful of heart blood onto the Xuan paper.

His heart blood looked really light tonight, to the point that it didn’t even look like blood.

Mr. Qi started to grind his ink with water and began drawing.

He had drawn four or five pictures of the beauty, but he hadn’t recognized Mrs. Qi yet. I was a little worried and wondered if...