Wonderful Feeling

"This feeling..."

"It was still too bizarre."

At Shen Yi's words, Fei Mi's expression darkened, and the hand that had touched the Mithril Blood Scroll earlier trembled slightly.

Indeed.

Even after it had been dispelled, that faint feeling of losing her mind still lingered in her thoughts.

"Husband, let's not bring this thing up for now."

Fei Mi spoke softly. She closed the distance in two quick steps and wrapped both arms around Shen Yi's waist. Her fluttering lashes brushed against his back, lightly tugging at his heartstrings.

"What did you mean?"

Shen Yi did not stop Fei Mi's movements. She had waited a long time for this day.

The world around them was frozen solid. No matter how much of a commotion they caused, it did not matter.

"Nothing."

"I just think..." Fei Mi's expression dimmed. Her small head rested against Shen Yi, and her eyes were somewhat vacant.

"Wen Ke'er and Shimada Yukimi are in rather special circumstances. If they come into contact with too many Mithril Blood Scrolls, it could lead to very serious consequences."

After a pause, Fei Mi's fingers recalled the scorching heat she had felt from those thin, silver-gray pages.

Those words had clearly faded long ago, their color even turning somewhat brownish-red.

Merely touching them had made Fei Mi feel uncomfortable.

"How many do you think you can use?"

Rather than directly answering Fei Mi's question, Shen Yi embraced her, his broad palm gently stroking her head. In the empty surroundings, Fei Mi's heartbeat echoed, revealing the unease in her heart.

"At most, two."

Fei Mi's face was solemn as she looked almost directly into Shen Yi's eyes and spoke with utmost seriousness, word by word.

"Whether the Mithril Blood Scroll's effects stack or diminish with excessive use, I don't know. But no