The two young maidservants were dressed in silk and satin, one in blue and the other in green, complementing each other perfectly. On their serene and graceful faces, which were otherwise indistinguishable, was a frail pallor, and the tears that had long dried up now flowed like a breached dam once more.
You Su's head was heavy and swollen, and as the weighty images in his memory replayed one by one, he slowly recalled what had happened.
Those fierce battles had all taken place within an illusion; his body was actually unharmed, but the exhaustion of his Divine Sense left him completely drained of energy.
The maidens' cries, like the warbling of orioles, pulled him back to reality. He tried to withdraw his hand, but the maidens held it firmly, as if afraid he would once again fall into the abyss of unconsciousness.
You Su had to give up; it would be better to reserve his strength for speaking.
"Don't cry..."
