When Xiao Heng woke up, it was already the next morning. The light that met his opened eyes was painfully bright, and he instinctively tried to raise a hand to shield himself from the sunlight.
But the moment he lifted his arm, waves of pain surged through him. It was not the injury Hun Du had left behind, but the one inflicted by Hun Tiandi.
Recalling that palm strike, Xiao Heng truly did not know how to describe it. Everything had been so utterly overwhelming, as effortless as an adult man wringing a chicken's neck.
He had possessed no ability to resist. In that instant, he had seemed to see death approaching. If Uncle Gu had not intervened in time, I might have left my life there.
Xiao Heng murmured inwardly. With a creak, the room's door was pushed open. What entered his sight was a worried, beautiful, haggard face that blossomed into a smile the instant she saw he was awake.
"Yun Yun...!"
Before his words had even fallen, several figures had already squeezed into the room and rushed to the bedside.
"Xiao Heng...!"
"You little bastard...!"
"You little rogue...!"
One pleasant voice after another poured into Xiao Heng's ears. Looking at the women and the concern in their eyes, he could not help raising the corners of his mouth, a smile appearing on his face.
"Don't worry. I'm not dead yet."
Looking at them and listening to their worried words, Xiao Heng felt as though his body did not hurt quite so badly anymore. He smiled. "This is the first time I've seen such a harmonious scene. Looks like getting hurt this time wasn't entirely without benefits!"
As his words fell, Queen Medusa looked at Xiao Heng and resumed her proud queenly bearing. Yet the concern in her