Impossible!
Thus, in between, there were countless twists and turns, and it was incredibly cruel.
Even eating a meal became a matter of haste.
The physical burden grew heavier, and energy was continuously spent.
No idea how much time had passed, Di Jinxuan only felt like she had died and come back to life, then lived and died again.
It was as if she had walked back and forth through the Gate of Hell multiple times; every time she wanted to fall into the boundless darkness, there was always a gentle voice pulling her out of it.
When she opened her eyes again, it was broad daylight, though she wasn't sure about the exact time.
But Nangong Jin had stopped moving.
He held her body as they curled up together, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The bed sheets and pillows felt fresh and clean; they must have been changed.
She wanted to speak but hesitated for a moment. Forget it—better not to disturb him; he was exhausted.
So, has the poison problem been resolved?
