C368 Why?(1)

In the dimly lit room, the only sound was the soft breathing of its three occupants. None of them spoke. Hotaru sat anxiously at the bedside, her eyes fixed on Qian, who lay unconscious.

Even in her sleep, Qian seemed troubled, her brow furrowed in discomfort. Hotaru watched with a heavy heart, reaching out to smooth the lines on her friend's forehead. Qian's face was pale