The mask had medicinal effects. The moment it touched her face, Yu Wan fainted.
Yu Wan was not sure if what happened after that was really an illusion. In her daze, she felt someone pinching her face and touching her stomach. She did not know if they were measuring something.
These consciousnesses were intermittent, and Yu Wan fell asleep again after a while.
…
The morning light was slightly warm, and the thin veil in the room that emitted a sandalwood fragrance was blown by the cold wind.
The Saintess sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror and stared at the face in the mirror without blinking.
The holy envoy stood behind her in a speechless manner. From her initial dumbfoundedness to her current helplessness, who knew what she, the holy envoy, had experienced?
"Saintess," she whispered.
"Yan Jiuchao," the Saintess interrupted her. "That's the name she was chanting in her sleep, right?"
