"How long was I out?"
"Seven days. You'll need at least another half a month to recover. I'll go get you something to eat."
With that, he walked out and gently locked the door behind him.
A moment later, Chaoyang climbed back in through the window.
When Feng Moxi came to, her throat was painfully dry.
It felt as if it were on fire.
She lay there calmly without opening her eyes, distinctly feeling the soft mattress beneath her.
She twitched a fingertip. Her whole body still ached as if pierced by needles.
She could hear several breaths around her, some deep, some shallow.
They were all completely unfamiliar.
'Did I die again? Then what about Wan Wanxin?'
Feng Moxi never would have imagined that someone she'd never taken seriously, someone she planned to deal with slowly in the future, would develop so quickly.
Her thoughts drifted further and further away.
From the cave to the black hole, and then to Wan Wanxin's strange black energy.
