Shen Tang's face grew pale, cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and her loose strands of hair were damp.
Even so, she didn't give up, continuing to exhaust all her strength to transfer spiritual power, as her vision gradually blurred.
When her spiritual power was nearly depleted, the young man's spirit body finally showed subtle changes, becoming more solid and less pale and transparent.
Lying on the ground, the young man slowly opened his eyes, the blue sky reflected in his clear eyes, casting a faint shadow from his long eyelashes, as if holding a moist affection, his lips also became more rosy, breathtakingly beautiful.
He stared at the person in front of him, stunned, "Tangtang…"
He probably thought this was an illusion.
Shen Tang withdrew her hand and broke into a smile through her tears, chokingly saying, "Ah Lan, you're finally awake..."
This familiar call made Jia Lan realize that what he saw was not an illusion; his azure eyes suddenly contracted, pupils shaking.
