Nine years!
Just lying here for nine years?!
Wang Ye's anger surged, and in desperation, he managed to struggle to sit up sideways. Yaha got up to help, but he brushed her hand away.
Wang Ye fell off the bed and lay prone on the wooden floor, glancing back at his own body.
What kind of physique was this?!
His height was still close to 2 meters, but he was so thin that he was nothing but a skeleton! His ankles were as thin as chicken claws, and his limbs were long and slender like stalks.
Beneath the loose dark gold silk robe, his chest and abdominal muscles were no longer visible. The gaunt body was like ribs, with the skin stretched over the ribcage on his sides, looking very pitiful.
Still, after lying for nine years, his head was full of thick hair, which had grown quite long and the tips touched his shoulders.
He struggled on the ground, supporting himself on the floor with his hands, trying to crawl up, but he was so exhausted he was gasping for breath.
