It happened again.
Being in Dong Chengling's embrace was just too reassuring, too warm. Qiao Muyi, who had been deeply troubled by negative emotions, gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep—until she was once again startled awake by those needle-like, burning negative emotions.
Unlike the negative emotions she usually collected from colleagues and friends, the negative emotions from countless strangers around the world in the past two days felt like a pain drilling into her bones. The unceasing mention of strangers' names made her realize she was being hated by countless people, forcing her to actively block the spell's effects.
