Chu Qingyi's figure was exquisite, lying flat on the bed.
Her pale face flushed slightly, her slender body tensed up, her narrow phoenix eyes tightly closed.
Her thick, long eyelashes and tightly pursed lips trembled lightly and incessantly.
She had been in a coma before, unconscious.
She hadn't felt anything when Lu Changsheng expelled the poison from her using the Seven Luminaries Sword Qi.
But now that she has woken up, she was fully conscious.
She could clearly feel a warm, large hand pressing against her chest, making her feel awkward and quite uncomfortable.
But at the same time.
The domineering sword qi that slowly poured into her body from this palm brought her an indescribable comfort.
It was as if she was in the icy snow, with a gentle warm breeze brushing against her.
She felt as though she was bathing in the warm sun.
