Mei Liang felt the weight of her body grow heavier. A chilling coldness seeped into her bones, draining her strength. This feeling… it's just like when she was dying in her past life.
Her eyelids fluttered, weighed down by an overwhelming fatigue. A cold numbness spread across her lips, turning them an unsettling shade of blue. Her vision swam—blurring faces, lights, and shadows into a dizzying haze.
But before she could succumb to unconsciousness, she heard Xiang Long Wei's voice again, low and firm.
"Stay awake, Mei Liang. If you dare close your eyes, Zhen will—" his words caught, almost as if he couldn't finish the sentence.
Why… why does he sound worried? Mei Liang's muddled mind could barely comprehend it, but the warmth of his hands holding hers tightly was undeniable.
"Tell me—what exactly is wrong with her?" Xiang Long Wei's voice was cold, but the clenched fists at his sides betrayed his rising fury.
