Bright sunshine, a gentle spring breeze kissing the face—it was a comfortable sensation, almost like being cradled in a warm, nurturing bed.
Before long, a fine, misty rain began to fall from the sky.
Yi Yan opened her eyes and realized she seemed to be buried in the soil. She initially wanted to struggle her way out, but staying in the earth felt exceptionally comfortable. Beneath this soil, a trace of warm, affectionate energy lingered stubbornly, refusing to dissipate.
Chapter 150