"Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Once Zhao Rong heard that familiar voice again, his mind instantly cleared, and he remembered that guy who had slept for quite a few days, whose voice he hadn't heard for a long time. Just now, when he had been immersed, it had suddenly spoken, startling Zhao Rong so much that his mind trembled.
"Look at the size of your courage."
Gui chuckled lightly.
"Hey, Zhao Rong, how long have I been asleep?"
"One and a half months."
"Tsk tsk, impressive Zhao Rong, in such a short time, you've sweet-talked Lingfei into your hands."
Zhao Rong was speechless, too lazy to argue with it, as anything that came from its mouth would take on a different taste.
Lingfei's eyes, long and limpid as autumn waters, slowly opened, still bearing some remnants of intoxication.
And just then, a cool breeze carrying a chill blew directly into her face, causing an instant sense of emptiness to rise within her.
