At this moment, as if he sensed something, Chang Qing suddenly lifted his head to look in this direction from where he sat slumped in the chair.
Gu Qiaoqiao was startled. She hadn't expected Chang Qing to look so haggard. She remembered seeing that figure on the street looking different; perhaps at a certain special moment, Chang Qing could come to this world. Although his stay was brief, he was unharmed and unchanged. But the current Chang Qing was frighteningly thin.
His face was pale, which explained why he was sitting in the chair, as if he couldn't even stand up. One could sense that his vitality was gradually diminishing.
What exactly is going on?
Could this time and space simply be set on devouring him because the Yin Nation no longer exists?
But such devouring is too cruel. If he were oblivious to everything, it might be bearable, but now Chang Qing can do nothing but watch himself being consumed bit by bit. For Chang Qing, it truly is a painful and desperate experience.
