Li Pingyi collapsed in a heap where he sat, his back pressed hard against the tree trunk. His chest was still heaving violently, though the burning tightness from before had already faded. He tilted his head back to gaze up at the pitch-black night sky, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh from deep in his throat, as if even his bones had been drained of their strength. His pale fingertips absentmindedly stroked the hem of his tunic, sweat-stained strands of hair stuck to the flush behind his ears, and an inexplicable sense of utter exhaustion radiated from his entire being.
Youthful and hot-blooded—this mortal vessel of his was truly useless after all...
"Hehe..."
Chapter 148