"So cold."
In the luxurious suite, Master Turtle was lying on the bed, suddenly uttering these words in his sleep.
Xiaohong and Xiaocui, who were beside him, quickly helped cover him with a quilt.
This was a silk down quilt, light, smooth, soft, and warm, expensive too.
But the still-groggy Master Turtle still felt cold... His hand, which was clearly placed in the warm quilt, seemed to be immersed in ice water, becoming cold, numb, slowly losing sensation.
In a hazy, dazed state, he suddenly realized that when he had been doing a divination for Chen Anjing earlier, the wall he held onto might not have been a wall at all... If the causal line were thick and distorted enough, would it feel like a wall to the touch?
At this moment, he knew the answer was... yes.
And what would happen if one touched such a causal line for a long time?
At this moment, he knew the answer was... the hand would become cold.
