"How do you feel now?"
Upon seeing Zhou Mei walking towards him with a slight sway in her steps, Chen Hao asked with concern.
In the darkness of the night.
Zhou Mei, dressed in black, appeared mysterious and elegant, with a tranquil aura about her.
Feeling the warmth in Chen Hao's concerned voice, a slight warmth touched Zhou Mei's heart, accompanied by a tinge of happiness, as she replied, "Still a bit dizzy, but I'll be fine in a while."
"Give me your hand," said Chen Hao.
Without asking why, Zhou Mei simply extended her hand.
Then she felt her hand being tightly grasped by another, larger one the next moment. The warmth from the grip made her face flush slightly.
However, soon Zhou Mei felt a gentle energy flowing from Chen Hao's palm into her body, instantly relieving her of the dizzying and suffocating sensation, leaving her feeling immensely at ease.
"When did you get back?" Zhou Mei, sensing the odd atmosphere, asked to break the silence.
