At first, the True Qi infused into his body was indeed like a long-awaited rain falling on a drought-stricken desert, bringing endless coolness.
But as time passed, it felt as though he was being burned by fire. Eventually, the cool spring transformed into boiling magma, not only failing to alleviate the burning pain inside him but instead exacerbated it, becoming more intense and more painful.
Yun Ran gradually noticed that something was wrong with Nangong Mo. Initially, she was convinced he was pretending, but seeing him now... it truly didn't seem like an act!
"Nangong Mo, you..."
However, before she could finish speaking, Nangong Mo suddenly reached out and pulled her into his embrace, tightly encircling her slender waist with his arms, his head buried in the crook of her neck, murmuring softly, "Aran... Aran..."
