"Yueqiu, Yueqiu, what's wrong?!"
Watching the silver-haired girl fall backward, Pei Yuhang's pupils constricted. He shot toward the bed like a bolt of lightning, his long, powerful arm catching Qing Yueqiu's frail body as she collapsed.
He pressed his palm against the Spirit Platform Acupoint on Qing Yueqiu's back, and a torrent of thick Pure Yang True Qi surged into the girl's meridians.
But even as the vigorous, life-filled Pure Yang True Qi flooded into Qing Yueqiu's body, the girl in Pei Yuhang's arms remained firmly in the grip of a nightmare.
Her long, silver-white hair, soaked with cold sweat, was stuck messily to her pale cheeks.
The girl's lips trembled ceaselessly, and soft whimpers escaped from between her teeth. Her long eyelashes fluttered violently like the wings of a broken butterfly, but her eyes refused to open.
It was as if she had fallen into an eternal Abyss of nightmares.
"Wake up… Yueqiu! Wake up!"
