No one knew how much time had passed—
Xia Mi's lashes trembled softly.
Then she slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was a familiar dark sky.
She blinked in faint confusion, her gaze shifting downward.
The first thing she saw was her own smooth human arm, and on her body... nothing but a large, coarse coat draped over her, one that was obviously a man's.
"!!!"
Xia Mi's mind went blank for an instant.
I'm not dead?
Not only am I not dead... I've turned back into a human?
And even worse... wh-what is with this state where I'm only wearing a coat?!
A surge of tremendous shame and anger instantly washed away the daze of surviving death. She instinctively wanted to curl up, wanted to find something to cover herself, only to realize that even moving a finger was incredibly difficult.
From inside her body came an extreme weakness and emptiness, as if all her strength had vanished from her.
Just as her thoughts fell into chaos because of this mortifying situation, footsteps approached from afar and stopped beside her.
Xia Mi rolled her eyes and saw Mo Wang's face.
"Awake?" Mo Wang raised a brow at Xia Mi, who was lying on the ground. "What goes through that head of yours all day, girl? Did you really think I'd kill you?"
Xia Mi opened her mouth, wanting to say something, only to find that even making a sound took effort.
Seeing her try to struggle up, Mo Wang crouched down and pressed one hand, not particularly gently, against her shoulder.
"You're injured this badly, your source is almost drained dry, and you still can't stay put?" A trace of helplessness entered Mo Wang's tone. "If you thrash around and your wounds split open, or your