"Vinoya, Vinoya, wake up!"
Alan's voice was urgent as he grasped Vinoya's arms, constantly channeling Spiritual Energy into her body.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, each second stretching as long as a century. Finally, Vinoya's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at the unfamiliar human face before her, and she weakly spoke: "You..."
Alan's lips curved into a gentle smile, and he lightly wiped his face. With a flash of faint light, an incredibly handsome face appeared.
"Vinoya, it's me, Sarandir."
His skin was as pale as snow, with a subtle sheen, as if kissed by moonlight. His smooth golden hair flowed like sunlight, carelessly draping over his broad shoulders, with a few playful strands falling over his forehead, perfectly outlining his full and smooth brow.
"Sarandir."
Vinoya stared blankly at Alan, unable to comprehend why her somewhat immature and even weak fiancé would appear here.
