So when Zhen Ping'er regained consciousness, it was already hundreds of breaths later. The remnants of ecstasy made her face flush. Her skin became as smooth as white jade, faintly emanating a sacred Spiritual Light, and it seemed that there was endless power within her, capable of grasping stars and seizing the moon.
However, the robust chest she had been resting on had now become shriveled and gray. Zhen Ping'er was suddenly startled and jumped off the man. When she finally stood still, she saw clearly the figure of Xu Lao Ying on the bed.
At this time, Xu Lao Ying no longer retained his former enchanting grace. His skin was lifeless and grayish, his once-robust muscles had shriveled, like a dried corpse left to die of thirst in the desert, almost devoid of any vitality.
Even his always radiant peach blossom eyes now appeared somewhat muddled and confused, having lost their brilliance.
