The world in her eyes was neither black nor white, but a mysterious and void-like gray.
Zhuge Hong kept opening and closing her eyes. But the result was always the same.
She sat up in a panic, continuously rubbing her eyes... hot, painful.
"Hiss—"
"Xiaohong, you're awake!" Luo Qingyao's surprised voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
Zhuge Hong listened to the voice to determine the position, tightly grabbed Luo Qingyao's arm, and said in panic,
"Madam, Madam! I can't see, I can't see!"
"What!"
Luo Qingyao hurriedly called Fan Wubing over.
Fan Wubing came in front of Zhuge Hong, waved his hand, but she did not react at all, curled up in the corner of the bed, shivering like a rain-soaked young rabbit.
"Master, are you there?"
"I'm here."
"Am I... blind?"
Fan Wubing's energy swept past Zhuge Hong's eyes, examining every blood vessel and nerve in her eyes, but no signs of injury were found, all were intact,
"Can you describe what you see now?"
