Zhao Xi thought she would never wake up again. She was so tired that she could not sleep enough. Her eyelids were so heavy that she could not open them.
Sometimes, it was as if she was in a world of ice and snow. Sometimes, it was as if she was being roasted on a brazier. It was so hot that she wanted to tear off her clothes.
It was this alternating cold and heat that tormented her. Sometimes she would wake up for a while, but most of the time, she would fall into a daze and go somewhere far away. She could always hear the sound of the Golden Axe Metal Horse crushing her Great Yan Country.
Xiao Liuzi hurriedly said to her, "Princess, it's almost too late. Let's go. "
"Princess, Princess. . . "
There was a heavy veil pressing down on her, and she could not pull it out no matter how hard she tried.