Su Nanzhi woke up in bed, drenched in sweat.
The surrounding bed curtains were silent, and three even breaths could be heard.
Su Nanzhi slightly closed her eyes, lightly touched her fingertips to her brows, and a faint white light flickered. In the next second, the air in the dormitory slightly froze, and a person vanished into thin air.
As heaven and earth balance yin and yang, so does the human body. When yang spirals out of control, yin dwindles.
In a mountain village far from Beijing, in an icy spring, a long-haired girl was suddenly soaking. Her nightgown was white, a little translucent in the water, with her silhouette faintly visible.
She was already unconscious, carrying nothing with her. Soaking in such icy water, the heat on her face seemed to have subsided somewhat, but it wasn't enough. Her brows were still tightly knitted, and some perennial ice in the spring was quietly shrinking.
