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"But you are indeed more… frail than usual," Farosa observed Xu Yang.
Just as Xu Yang knew every detail of Farosa inside and out, Farosa was also crystal clear about every aspect of Xu Yang's behavior. She could tell at a glance whether he was well or not.
"I just need some time to adjust," Xu Yang leaned back and sat down on the red leather sofa. He massaged his forehead, sinking into a state of tangled chaos, sometimes paralyzed and stiff without feeling, though thankfully the sensation was transient and quickly passed.
Most importantly, he experienced illusions, as if he were still amidst the torrents of massive data streams, with such hallucinatory frequency that it seemed he was still using fiber-optic cables as blood vessels and signals as nerves, his thoughts flying, his vision wide.
Once back in his original body, it was hard to adapt, and he even wanted to leave behind the limitations of flesh and blood forever.
