He Mingxiao's consciousness had completely sunk into the darkness, as if he had fallen into a chaotic dream, and the cold and pain were like two mountains tumbling, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

He felt his body being torn apart by countless pairs of large hands, as if to pull his soul out of its shell, and his soul was like a lonely raft floating on the sea, easily tossed and thrown down by a storm.

He couldn't struggle, let alone escape, so he could only helplessly let the pain invade him, stripping him of what little life he had left.

Suddenly, a lamp lit up in the darkness—like a burning flame, with a fiery red color, wrapped in endless warmth.

He Mingxiao couldn't help but look at it, his eyes eager and longing.

Little by little, it came closer and landed beside him.

The cold was dispelled, and the pain was withdrawn from his body little by little, He Mingxiao trembled and stretched out his hand, tentatively holding it.

It didn't run away, but lay meekly in the palm of his hand.

The scorching temperature, but it didn't scorch him for half a minute.

He Mingxiao followed the guidance in the depths of his mind, and put his hand close to his chest, pressing it tightly, so that the temperature passed through the fabric and flesh, and went straight to his heart.

His heartbeat regained its regularity and strength, and his physical strength poured into his body like a flood.

He opened his eyes, his eyes focused, and in front of him was the checkered floor tiles of the Cloud Central Hospital complex.

Feeling a dull ache coming from him, he tilted his head and opened his right hand.

The lily of the valley earrings were deformed by him, stained with mottled blood, and looked quite embarrassed.

He carefully pinched the silver needle behind the earring and straightened it, trying to wipe the blood away with his sleeve, but the blood had already dried up, and with a little force, a small diamond dotted on the earring fell off and fell to the ground.

Panic flashed on He Mingxiao's face, he hurriedly leaned over to look for it, and finally found it in the corner, and was about to reach out to pick it up, but his other hand was one step ahead of him-

With plain white fingertips, he gently pinched the small diamond, and then held his hand.

The familiar warmth spread from the place where it was touched, He Mingxiao was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

Turned around and crashed into a pair of smiling golden eyes.

The smile on his face paused for half a second, and he asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "...... Nan Xian? ”

At this time, Nan Xian was dressed in double phoenix purple gold armor, wearing a purple tasseled helmet, holding a fire spirit sword, and her whole body exuded a Ling Ran momentum that made people dare not look at it directly.

It's her, but it's ...... It was incredibly strange to him.

Nan Xian met his surprised gaze, as if she had just remembered something, blinked, raised her hand and waved it in front of her, the gold in her eyes instantly dissipated, and the outfit on her body also changed back to normal.

"It's me." Her voice was slow, gentle and clear, "I'm Ah Xian, and I'm Nan Xian." ”

He Mingxiao opened his lips, and for some reason, looking at Nan Xian like this, his throat suddenly tightened, and he couldn't spit out half a word.

Nan Xian didn't care about his gaffe, she looked up at the sky, and frowned regretfully.

"The time is coming, this body is very fragile, I can't stay long-" She suddenly thought of something, and curled her lower lip, her body rose into the air, tilted her head slightly, and imprinted a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Little scholar, I'm waiting for the day when you really wake me up."

He Mingxiao didn't come back to his senses in a daze, but he only felt that the figure in front of him flickered, and Nan Xian closed her eyes and fell to herself.

He subconsciously caught it, full of warm incense.