Wounds kept appearing on Rong Xiu's body, yet these wounds recovered at a shocking speed. It was as if he had falen into a strange cycle, but this process was clearly long-term torture for him.
He glanced at the person in his arms.
Even though she hadn't completely awakened, wounds didn't appear on her body, and the coldness was leaving her body bit by bit.
He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart as he held her thin waist and pulled her in even more tightly.
Such a long time had passed, and her body's warmth had recovered gradually.
Rong Xiu urged the force in his body as he held her hands tightly and removed the last bit of coldness.
The surroundings were quiet as if all the sounds in the outside world were blocked.
Looking up, there were dark ripples.
Looking below, there were shattered rocks.
In the middle, there were many silver rays of light swimming around.
