Li Tianyao was very quiet; although the chains no longer bound him, he lay obediently on the bed, motionless.
An Yan's fingers twitched. For a moment, she had the sudden impulse to release the pressure the Formation exerted on him.
But she quickly suppressed the thought.
She didn't know how destructive he would be once released.
Therefore, even though she knew the Formation might be causing him discomfort, she still didn't dare to retract it.
As she watched him lying there, she guessed that after losing his consciousness, he must have struggled countless times.
But the result of his struggles was surely even harsher punishment.
It must hurt, right? He couldn't die, but he wasn't immune to pain! After being hurt so many times, he had learned from experience that as long as he didn't move, he wouldn't feel pain.
Tears streamed down her face again before she knew it.
An Yan gently sat beside him, took his hand, and murmured, "Li Tianyao, when will you wake up?"
