Cold, so cold...

Swiftly falling to the bottom of the cliff with the wind, the purple smoke fell into a river.

The body was flooded, and the bitter chill of the river swept over in the cold winter day.

Blood spread along the flow of the river, and the surroundings were suddenly filled with the smell of their own blood.

The pain in her chest was already numb from the cold, and Ziyan could even feel her blood slowly flowing out of her body. Scraping through the wound, there was a dull pain.

Ziyan's body began to weaken, and the cold was eating away at her body temperature. Warm blood flows out of the body, and instead of cold river water.

Losing too much blood, Ziyan's consciousness began to blur.

The river pressed against her chest, and Purple Smoke opened her mouth in a daze to inhale to relieve the pressure there, but was caught off guard and poured a large mouthful of water. I tried hard to cough the water out, but I found that there was no gas to cough out.

Has the water entered the lungs?

Or have my lungs been shot through...

Ziyan put her hand on her chest, but she didn't touch anything.

Helplessly lowering her hand, Ziyan had no choice but to slowly close her eyes along her consciousness.

So sleepy.

Are you okay? Gotta live...

Chaotic, especially chaotic.

After Ziyan passed out of a coma, he didn't lose consciousness, but he was still feeling the cold of the river and the approach of death.

The waves were very urgent, wave after wave, constantly slapping on Ziyan's face.

The whole body is like a fallen leaf, drifting in the turbulent stream. Wave after wave came, and the purple smoke kept flipping in the river, and I didn't know where it was overhead

After trying to open her eyes but not at all, Ziyan was convinced that she was indeed unconscious.

So is this approaching breath of death true or false?

Suddenly, the body that was already like a piece of paper was suddenly pulled by a strong arm, and with a little force, it was gently changed into his arms. The icy river was blocked out, and the purple smoke clung to the hem of the man's chest.

"Is that you, Lan Tian ......" Ziyan asked weakly as she used the last of her strength.

"It's me, good. It was not long in coming. ”

A nice voice immediately came from his ears, and Ziyan smiled happily, obediently retreating his consciousness into the darkness.

——————I am the dividing line of sorrow——————

Where is this?

Am I not dead?

Why am I still conscious?

The whole person couldn't wake up in a daze, and Ziyan kept thinking about this problem.

There were always people talking softly, and there was a human voice.

You, are you a blue tilt?

I opened my mouth with all my might, but found that I couldn't make any sound.

This cycle has been going on for seven days, and Ziyan has been lying in bed. I couldn't move my whole body, like a sentient piece of wood.

Constantly being poured with various unknown decoctions, Ziyan could even clearly feel the vitality of this body and slowly flow back.

Lan Tilt promised me that I would be fine.

Ziyan didn't know how many days had passed, and she was surprised to find that her body had even returned to its full glory, but she still couldn't open her eyes. I can't even fall asleep, I can only stay awake all the time.

After three days of recuperation, he was able to get out of bed. On the third day, he couldn't wait to run to Ziyan's side, looking at Ziyan who fell into a deep coma, Hua Lantian cried for the first time.

For the next half a month, Hua Lantian has been taking care of Ziyan very gently, and in addition to taking medicine, he talks to her every day.

Every day, the owner of the house could see the god from the river sitting alone next to another god, talking to himself. It seems particularly lonely

Half a month, a whole half a month. Purple Smoke still shows no signs of waking up.

Even Hua Lantian no longer had hope, looking at Ziyan's beautiful side face sadly, he secretly swore that even if Ziyan remained unconscious, he would take care of her for the rest of his life.

Finally, Heaven was merciful for once.

On the fifteenth day, Ziyan finally woke up.