In the darkness, Mo Yuxun seemed to have a dream. He woke up in a trance and saw the face of a teenager.
"…" Mo Yuxun suddenly sat up and felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Ha! Don't be so excited." Tang Nazhi jumped when Mo Yuxun suddenly opened his eyes and patted his chest.
"I'm not dead?" Mo Yuxun was surprised. His chest was wrapped in layers of bandages. The pain coming from under the bandages clearly told him that he was still alive.
"How is this possible…" No one knew better than Mo Yuxun himself how much damage the suicide blow had done. Under such a powerful attack, it was impossible for his heart to recover. He should have died. But why… was he still alive?
