At that moment, Dong Changsheng felt as if his body had come apart.
The world blurred into a smear of light and shadow.
His internal organs felt as if they had been dislodged, crushing against each other within his chest cavity.
His bones groaned as they ground against one another. The sound of snapping came from several places—his chest, his arms, his legs... Waves of excruciating pain, one after another, crashed against his fading consciousness.
SPURT—!
A gush of liquid surged up his throat, dyeing the world before him crimson.
But...
He was still breathing.
The end he had envisioned—his body slamming into the ground and turning into a puddle of gore—had not happened.
The surface beneath him was actually absorbing the force of the impact. It even had a bit of... give?
He struggled to pry open his eyelids, which were stuck together with blood.
In his blurry vision, a face slowly came into focus. It was Su Ling'er, her expression a mask of astonishment.
