Xin Huohuo was so overcome with joy she almost cried.
There was always a sense of distance with text, unlike the direct, intimate connection of sound and images. Only now did she feel like she had finally, truly contacted Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba.
This change had begun the moment the black and white smoke bored into the crown of her head.
In that instant, she felt alternating waves of hot and cold energy seep into every inch of her body. It stung a little, yet it was also incredibly comfortable. There was no sense of threat at all; in fact, she felt completely safe. Even the barrier she had erected to block her thoughts from being spied on grew stronger, no longer requiring her effort to maintain.
