Feng Yueya blushed and pressing his hand, she said,
"Don't look, there really isn't anything left."
"Be good, let me see, otherwise I won't be at ease."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yueya released his hand.
Pulling open her robe, he saw her pristine and translucent skin, truly without a trace of any scar.
Finally, the doubt in his eyes could no longer be concealed, "How is this possible?"
He clearly remembered she had died, and in his arms, no less.
Why did she not only come back to life, but also have no scar on her chest after he woke from his coma?
Could it be, had he been asleep for many years?
Or perhaps, he was still in a dream...
After tidying up her robe, Feng Yueya said to him,
"Wasn't I a Phoenix in my past life? You forgot, Phoenixes can be reborn from their ashes."
Yun Shangyuan suddenly understood, "So, you were reborn?"
"Yes. Don't do anything foolish like attempting suicide again; I can't die, and I have a long life ahead."
