"Huh."

The God of flowers and nights took a long breath and opened his eyes.

The starlight at this moment seems much brighter than when she closed her eyes just now.

After a cold sweat, the sweat was overwhelming and the illness was much lighter, that is, the body was weak and sour, collapsed on the chair, and refused to move at all.

The runners who run the marathon do not feel tired at this time.

Just breathe out, as if she had exhausted all her strength, her eyes closed again, a blank brain, running fast, searching for the exact information that she was still alive.

She had clearly noticed...