At this moment, time passed so slowly that Xia Yun could even hear the distinct sound of the syringe plunging into flesh with a soft "thud".
It was over, she was going to die like those people, then be resurrected by that strange potion, and finally become a corpse controlled by others.
She was very unwilling; she was so young, there were still so many things she hadn't had the chance to do, she hadn't even had the chance to experience a romance.
She regretted so much; in real life, so many people pursued her, yet she always looked down on those who chased her, thinking them to be mediocre and unworthy of her.
But now, she was about to die, and regret was useless.
However, the expected pain did not come; instead, she felt a warmth.
It was as if she were being held by a pair of hot, powerful hands.
"Xia Yun, wake up!" A somewhat familiar voice came from beside her.
