The next thing Yue Wan knew, her breath was slowly being robbed from her, and she slowly felt her consciousness grow even more blurred.
Feeling suffocated, Yue Wan tilted her head away and cried with a raspy voice, "It hurts..!"
Taking a break, Xiao Hua opened his clear eyes to see her face close and it was only then he saw that her small face was very pale. "Wan!!"
When he entered the room it was too dark, so he couldn't see the expression on her face. He could only feel that her spirit was wan.
Xiao Hua had thought she was only worried about today's incident at the Yue Crop or became the drunken lion. But now, it seemed that it was something completely different.
"It hurts...." Her voice was cottony soft like a sheep's wool.
