Holy crap! Did she just bludgeon Sheng Yize to death?!
She knelt down and hastily checked Sheng Yize.
He looked very pale. With his damp hair sticking to his cheeks, that little mole beneath his eye had a sickly beauty to it.
"Mhm… Sheng Yize! Sheng Yize, you're scaring me! Wake up!" An Xiaxia almost burst into tears.
Her crying was only met with silence.
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When Sheng Yize woke up again, he was somewhat disoriented.
Above his head was a dilapidated brick-and-tile roof. He could even make out a spider busily weaving its web in the corner.
The bed beneath him felt quite hard. The duvet on him was worn at the edges, but it was very clean — he could even smell the sun on it.
Sitting up, he looked around the room. Judging from what was on display, he was in a farmhouse in the mountains.
