Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  Cool hands touched his forehead and he heard a familiar voice: “Alright, the fever has subsided, it means that the poison is almost detoxified.”


  “You Yue?” Mo Zhi called out, his voice was hoarse.

  “Don’t talk, eat this first.” Sima You Yue’s voice sounded vague and dreamlike to him.

  A pill was stuffed into his mouth and it dissolved upon entering his mouth. Almost at once, he felt that his head was a lot..