Fang Hao felt as if he were being slowly and arduously dragged up from the bottom of a bottomless dry well by a rope so thin it was on the verge of snapping.
His ears were buzzing, as if separated by a thick layer of cotton.
Every part of his body ached, and his head felt as if it were splitting open, with a pain like needle pricks.
His throat was parched and burning, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of Medicinal Pill and the stench of blood.
He struggled to lift his eyelids; at first, there was only a blurry halo of light before his eyes, making him feel dizzy.
After several breaths, his vision slowly began to focus.
What met his eyes was the uneven, moss-covered gray-brown ceiling of a rock cave.
Then, there was a bright, beautiful, and charming face leaning in close, filled with worry and nervousness.
Dressed in fire-red combat attire with jet-black hair, it was none other than the Ninth Princess, Mu Fenghua.
