The room was permeated with a thick medicinal smell.
Xie Tai was severely poisoned; surviving was truly a miracle, and at this moment, he was in the detoxification stage. Thus, he appeared quite terrifying, his skin was black, especially now when he was still unconscious, lying there motionless, almost like a... corpse, one that seemed to have been dead for a long time, appearing as if it was about to rot.
"Brother Atai?" Murong Xiaoxiao exclaimed, but she dared not approach. The odor made her feel like vomiting.
