I couldn't move at all.
Bitterness filled my heart.
This time, I had probably really gotten myself killed.
What I hadn't expected was that the mysterious power within my body hadn't severed my connection with King Yan as it had before. Instead, it had begun cooling parts of my body.
Most crucially, the left and right sides of my body had somehow become so distinctly separate.
It was as if neither side interfered with the other—he was hot, while I was cold.
It made me miserable. To me, this feeling was nothing short of torture.
The coldness on the left side kept me lucid, while the scorching heat on the right nearly drove me out of my mind.
I wanted the Embroidery Woman to knock me out. Perhaps that would stop my energy from flowing into him. But even moving my lips was difficult, let alone speaking.
I could only signal to her with my eyes. At that moment, I wished more than ever that eyes could truly speak.
If Ying Gou had been here, he would definitely have understood what I meant.
But the person standing beside me was the Embroidery Woman.
So although she noticed the meaning in my gaze, she had no idea what I was trying to say.
"What's wrong with your eyes? Do they hurt? Want me to blow on them? Look, this eye of yours has already turned red." Considerately, she began blowing gently at my eyes.
But was that really what I wanted her to do?
Still, after she blew on them a couple of times, I actually felt much better. At least the panic in my heart eased somewhat, and I calmed down a little.
I simply closed my eyes.
She clearly didn't understand. "What's wrong? Did I hurt your eyes?"
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