Not long after Xiao Yan entered Sound Valley, he fought a great battle with Lei Jingxiao, and his exhaustion had already been considerable. Soon after, he entered Sound Valley a second time and fought Qin Shiyin and Tang Qiying in a bloody battle. His mind could force itself to hold on through sheer willpower, but his body could not, and so he fell into a complete coma.
In his coma, Xiao Yan's thoughts sank helplessly into endless darkness like a kite with its string cut. Pain swept over him like a tide. Every heartbeat seemed to hammer against his fragile nerves, twisting his features as beads of sweat slid down from his brow like rain.
Amid the chaos and pain, he sensed a familiar, gentle presence, as though it were guiding him. He felt a pair of tender hands stroking his forehead, bringing a long-lost sense of peace. He seemed to hear a familiar voice calling to him. That voice set his heart at ease, like a lighthouse guiding a lost traveler back to harbor. His eyelids felt as though they had been glued shut, unbearably heavy, yet at last, accompanied by that gentle presence, he forced his eyes open, as if breaking through layers upon layers of mist.
The instant Xiao Yan awoke, he cried out, "Xian'er!"
The moment he woke, Xiao Yan rolled over and sprang up, gasping loudly. His forehead was completely soaked in sweat. It felt as though he had just escaped an extraordinarily long and terrifying nightmare.
After regaining some clarity, Xiao Yan keenly sensed that familiar aura. Turning around, he saw a lovely figure behind him. It seemed that he had just been lying on her smooth, slender thighs. She wore a white dress, its willow-slender waist simply tied with a silk sash. Her