Kai gently brushed his fingers through his newly silken strands, acutely aware that he had undergone a remarkable transformation—a vivid reflection of the struggle he had just endured.
"Is this... normal?" he asked softly, casting a hesitant glance at his friends, searching their eyes for reassurance. This new appearance felt like a double-edged sword, both a gift and a curse that left him feeling disoriented.
Donghua stepped closer, awe still evident on his face. "Your eyes... they've changed color too?"
"My eyes?" Kai echoed, disbelief creeping into his voice.
Taking a deep breath, he rose unsteadily from the bed, his legs trembling as he steadied himself.
"Are you sure you can stand?" Yifong asked, concern etched across his features.
Kai nodded, determination surging through him as he made his way to the tall mirror, his heart racing. He approached slowly, anxiety swirling within him like a tempest, and finally dared to look at his reflection.
"Blue... eyes... white... hair..." he whispered, captivated by the striking hues. The hazel eyes of Xing Li were a thing of the past. Now, his eyes gleamed a piercing blue, reminiscent of his father's—a trait inherited from the foreign blood that coursed through his veins in his original body.
"Is this because my soul now inhabits Xing Li's body?" he pondered, grappling with the implications of this transformation.
"Is it rare to have blue eyes?" he asked, curiosity bubbling to the surface.
"It's the first time I've ever seen it!" Donghua exclaimed, his initial shock replaced by fascination. "I've heard some Westerners have blue eyes, but I never thought I'd meet someone with them."
"You're still you, Xing Li, even if your appearance has changed," Yifong reassured him, his voice like a soothing balm.
As Donghua and Yifong exchanged glances, they beheld the delicate figure of Kai standing before them, transformed into an ethereal being. In that moment, he transcended the ordinary, as if a deity had stepped down from the heavens. Xing Li's body had always possessed a quiet beauty, but the changes brought about by this transformation elevated him into a breathtaking allure—like he had been reborn into a living masterpiece.
Later that day, the doctor visited Kai, providing a thorough check-up. He explained how exceptionally fortunate Kai was to be alive, as the poison coursing through his veins was among the deadliest known. The doctor elaborated that his white hair was likely a side effect, a result of the body's valiant struggle against the toxin. As the sympathetic nervous system reacted, the poison might have impaired the function of his melanocytes, leading to the loss of pigment.
"However," the doctor continued, his brow furrowed, "the change in your eye color remains a mystery. Such phenomena are rare and not fully understood. It may be the result of the intense trauma your body experienced, but I cannot provide a definitive answer."
With that, he gave Kai some reassurances about his health but left him with lingering questions. Kai felt a mix of relief and uncertainty. He was grateful to be alive, yet the nature of his transformation weighed heavily on his mind.