Su Bai felt as if she were deep in an ocean, everything around suffocating her to the point where her chest was about to be emptied of its last breath. She violently opened her eyes.
She saw someone, indifferently choking her neck with their hand.
She struggled to speak, asking him to let go, and he complied.
His expression was detached, as if she were an inconsequential person or object.
In the next second, a feeling of suffocation completely enveloped her and tore through her body. Her eyes widened as a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye; it was as if she had realized something.
Her body had been overtaken by another powerful consciousness.
The sliver of Su Bai's consciousness sank into a deep slumber.
Yan Wanqing lifted her hand and looked at her palm lines, clear and distinct; she could even feel the softness of the bedding against her skin.
And the pain in her throat was almost tearing apart.
The cold, almost life-threatening words still echoed in her ears.
