"Are you still there?"
He asked the huge beast in his heart, but waited for a long time without any response.
It was gone...
Who knows when it will appear again?
Jun Moyan sighed softly in his heart, not sure what he was disappointed about.
Maybe he was disappointed that there were too many questions left unasked. Even if he received its answers, he wouldn't dare to trust their authenticity.
After all, he still couldn't be sure whether that thing really existed, or if it was just a dream...
Soon, dusk had passed, night was near, and Jun Moyan felt everything around him growing cold.
It wasn't the weather turning cold, it was his body that was becoming cold.
It seemed as if he really was about to die.
Wen Xiao'ai said that Jun Moyan's body felt cold and asked Qing Yi to fetch another blanket to cover his waist.
Then she took a damp towel and stood up again to wipe the black blood off Jun Moyan's back.
"Jun Moyan, if you don't wake up, I might have to leave..."
