Jiang Changbai wanted to shout at her, but when she tried to speak, she discovered that, gathering up all her strength, she could only make a croak in her throat that didn't even manage to become a sentence; she couldn't even move, as if some unseen force had confined her atop the bed. Thin threads of terror arose as her body was out of her control, each one interweaving to become a great cocoon that surrounded her. At this moment, Jiang Changbai could only comfort herself that the person by her side was Song Juguang—regardless of what she was about to do, she would never harm her. The strange matters came one after the other. Outside, the rainstorm was torrential and the winds came in gales, but Jiang Changbai, whose clothes had been lifted up, couldn't sense a chill in the slightest. From her waist, a number sensation arose; she couldn't turn her head, yet she could still see Song Juguang's motions. In this dazed state, her spirit rose from her body, fluttering mi...