The Struggle of the Dirty Daughter of the Dark Prince

The painful and excruciating feeling stimulated the pale person in the coma like needle pricks. Her lips were as dry as dry land, with several deep cracks. Wen Qi looked distressed at the little lady on the bed, who frowned, her face was blue, and her breath was weak. This was already the third day of coma. The person in her arms had not received any water. Wen Qi took a wet towel and gently touched her dry, cracked lips. Even Wen Qi, who was only a few years older than her, felt heartbroken when she saw it. Somehow in the middle of winter, the thin young lady fell into the ice hole. When she found out, the young lady's body was already so cold that she was almost frozen into a popsicle...