Ban Yue's whole body was entangled with flaming thorns, hanging her in mid-air, sucking her essence. All that was left of her struggle and resistance was her weak breathing. At this moment, she didn't even have the strength to scream.
I'm so tired, I really want to sleep, I really want to end it all.
Consciousness is crumbling.
"Half moon! Half moon! Can't fall asleep, wake up!" An anxious voice woke her up like thunder.
In her sea of consciousness, there is another soul. Her own appearance is exactly the same, as if she is another self reflected in a mirror. No one knows the secret of one soul and two souls.
Ban Yue raised her heavy eyelids, trying hard to maintain her final sobriety. Her voice was so soft that it almost dispersed in the wind, "Ah, Jian Yue, I'm really tired, otherwise... Let's do this."
"No!" Jian Yue's voice in the sea of consciousness was anxious: "You are only fifteen years old, how can you break it here!"
Yes, I am only fifteen years old, how come I am in this situation?
Purpose: Pursuit of freedom