Lěng Yè steadily brought the car to a halt, but just as he prepared to sit up, a sudden wave of pitch black swept over his eyes, and he nearly collapsed in a faint. He could only slump weakly against the steering wheel, his teeth clenched, breathing rapidly in short gasps.
Seeing this, Xianyun frowned deeply and asked in a rush, "Lěng Yè, what's wrong?"
"I... I'm fine. Just an old issue." Lěng Yè shook his head, his voice trembling slightly.
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