In the darkness, Mo Yuxun seemed to have a dream. He woke up in a trance and saw the face of a teenager looking at him.

"..." Mo Yuxun sat up with a sharp tingling in his chest.

"Ah! Don't move so rashly." Tang Nazhi jumped when Mo Yuxun's eyes suddenly opened and he patted his chest.

"I'm not dead?" Mo Yuxun was surprised. His chest was wrapped in layers of bandages, and the pain coming from underneath it clearly told him that he was still alive.