"Dong..." The sound was so crisp, so resounding.
Then, a wave of pain traveled from his fist all the way to the bottom of his heart. He had thrown that punch with all his might, using up every bit of his strength, therefore the pain that surged from his fist was intense, deeply numbing his nerves.
The ground told Xiang Nan how fragile and feeble his fists were.
"Whoosh, whoosh..." Xiang Nan breathed heavily, his body inadvertently drenched in cold sweat. The pain was real, very real, but at this moment, he felt strangely happy. "Delusion, that must be a delusion." This true pain gave him a certain peace in his heart.
Then, a breeze blew by, making Xiang Nan shiver, as the absurd fear receded like a tide. He had returned to being himself once more, the true, sunny Xiang Nan.
"Maybe it's all just a dream," he mused.
Just then, Shen Zuiqiu's voice reached him.
