After a while, Tang Nuanning's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped out on her forehead.
Bo Yanchen's brows furrowed tightly, "Tang Nuanning!"
Tang Nuanning's eyes reddened,
"His current state is very bad, very bad! He...he..."
Bo Yanchen held his breath, pushing down the turmoil in his heart, "What happened to him?!"
"There's no light in his heart, no water, no life whatsoever, and no positive or sunny aspects. There's only a sky full of fog and sandstorms. He lies in a deserted desert, his body covered in wounds, barely alive... He's at his last breath."
Bo Yanchen's brain buzzed, "What do you mean by 'at his last breath'? Speak clearly!"
"His spirit in the psychological world is at its last breath. When he can't hold on anymore, the real him will..."
"Will what?"
"Will die!"
Bo Yanchen's breath caught, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
