Jhiang Yuan suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was suffocating her.
Her right eye twitched uneasily.
As soon as she sat up, Song Yi hurried over to her.
"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?"
Jhiang Yuan didn't answer her, closing her eyes and focusing intently instead.
In her mind, she saw the room.
Crawling densely, numerous insects had invaded.
The floor, the windowsill, the bed, the table, the chairs—none were spared.
She could even clearly see the insects moving in and out among the objects.
Her heart tightened, realizing that no one would be able to escape this.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and Song Yi, looking concerned, was beside her.
"Are you all right?"
"Song Yi, it's not looking good.
The room is full of insects, everywhere."
Upon hearing this, Song Yi felt very heavy-hearted.
"If the insects start attacking, there will be no way to turn things around."
His words had been expected.
But hearing them was still a chill to breathe.
