Help, I've become a paper man

In the haze, the emerald green color seemed to flow to the other side with the fog.

That empty gaze also drifted over and met another pair of eyes. They looked at each other through layers of fog.

During this process, the blank eyes gradually regained their spirit.

At this moment, the person in the coffin gradually woke up.

If a sleeping doll is given a new heart, it will come to life again.

The next moment, the tightly closed lips opened slightly, and a gentle breath slipped out from between the lips and teeth.

As soon as it touches the air, it begins to atomize and covers the face again, hiding the facial expression.

So much so that after a few seconds, it gradually dispersed, and the sight fell on it...

Even Yan Changyue's heart couldn't help but soften again.

In this short period of time, the changes on his face were not obvious, and he still looked the same, just more lively than before.

Yan Changyue chuckled, walked forward again, pulled off his gloves and threw them to the ground, then stretched out his hand towards the other party.

The exposed skin, when encountering the cold air, seemed to become even paler.

In addition, what is more crucial is that the light falling behind him pushed Yan Changyue's figure forward, making it fall on Song Yi.

This scene fell into Song Yi's eyes, and it was a little difficult for his brain, which had just woken up, to process. He could only remember it subconsciously in a trance.

I didn't notice it for a moment, and at a certain moment, the slowly beating "heart" quietly sped up.

Song Yi's body began to recover rapidly.

This change happened silently and Yan Changyue did not notice it. His hand fell down, supported Song Yi's forearm, and gently pulled it towards him.

The guiding action does not require much strength, but it is an attempt to use part of the strength to help the other person get out.

In this situation, the stiff body slowly started to move.

His feet were pressed against the ground, moving slowly forward, almost stepping on the tiles and sliding forward.

Yan Changyue was not anxious, nor did she urge him. Instead, she smiled encouragingly as they looked at each other, and said softly:

"Welcome home, you're awesome, my hero."

As soon as that gentle voice entered his ears, Song Yi, who was recovering, subconsciously took a step forward and took the next step before he could sort out his thoughts.

But it was really too hasty.

Song Yi's movements were shaky, and due to his unstable center of gravity, he actually staggered. Compared with his previous agile movements, he seemed even more clumsy.

Seeing this, Yan Changyue remained calm, but chuckled.

He let go of the other person's hand, continued to reach forward, put his hand on Song Yi's lower back, and held him firmly.

The distance between them shortened, or rather, too close, and even the sound of their breathing became clear.

However, Song Yi couldn't control himself well at this moment. After getting close, he wanted to hug her back, but his outstretched hand fell on Yan Changyue's arm.

Their heartbeats, at this moment, all accelerated, but for different reasons.

Yan Changyue sensed the danger, and even though she took a step ahead and grabbed Song Yi's wrist to stop him from pinching it, she still felt a pain.

He groaned softly, his muscles tensed subconsciously, and a purple bruise appeared where the two of them touched.

On the other hand, Song Yi felt nervous because of the same thing, but compared to it, Song Yi was also angry, the kind directed at himself.

Song Yi couldn't understand why such a thing could happen to his body, which had always been obedient!

Now Song Yi was a step slower. Facing the problem in front of him, he wanted to spread his fingers and let go of Yan Changyue's arm.

But it was all in vain. He only raised his fingertips, and because of his excessive concentration, Song Yi had a tendency to over-focus. During this period, he did not succeed and also neglected his legs.

His steps became even more disordered, and he couldn't even stagger forward in his panic.

Song Yi fell forward and into the other's arms, causing Yan Changyue to take two steps back. However, during this period, the distance between the two was shortened again.

They clung to each other, their warm breaths falling on each other's necks, ears, and cheeks...

"It's okay, don't be afraid, you are still alive and you can adapt slowly."

Yan Changyue spoke softly, and when he turned his head, her lips rubbed against his face. Her laughter became clearer, falling into Song Yi's ears with a faint tickling feeling.

He continued, "Although you have only been resurrected twice, this is your second resurrection, but I tell you in advance..."

"What you are experiencing now is different from the resurrection of Stardust under normal circumstances. You can feel it with confidence. It is a special experience and will not affect your life."

"What is it..." Song Yi spoke reluctantly. He had given up walking, but after many attempts, he was now able to control his head.

Not only did he speak, he also slightly turned his head and moved closer to Yan Changyue.

Even in the midst of his busy schedule, he came over to hug her regardless of his own life or death, once again proving his identity as a love-brained person, and then asked her the reason.

Seeing this, Yan Changyue laughed again. Fearing that the other party's brain could not understand for a while, she deliberately slowed down her speech and slowly explained:

"I don't know if you still remember that before you went to the banquet, you were taken by the butler to do 'maintenance'. It was a really long day. You changed rooms one after another in a fixed building."

"You left comments like cumbersome, troublesome, meaningless and a waste of time, but in fact, normal service will not make guests feel annoyed."

"I took the initiative to add other services for you. I took the opportunity to conduct a physical examination. According to your condition at the time, I ordered this body in advance in case of emergency."

After Yan Changyue finished speaking, the air was quiet for a moment. What he said made Song Yi speechless for a moment, even though that memory was in his mind and he could easily recall it...

Song Yi was reading comics and complaining in his mind at the same time, and he never stopped for a moment. Even if there was something strange, he could offset it by saying "Yan Changyue arranged it".

Not to mention that in this situation, Song Yi was asked to pay attention to the environment.

Yan Changyue smiled and said, "Fortunately it came in handy."

Whether it was his tone or what Song Yi heard, he was obviously relaxed, as if he was selling a cat climbing frame that the cat could use...

Song Yi couldn't help but sighed: "Wow, it turns out that I was prefabricated..."

Yan Changyue laughed again and explained again:

"To some extent, I guessed half right. This way of resurrection can greatly shorten the rest time so that we can fight as soon as possible."

"But there's one bad thing. In case you didn't hear the point clearly, let me emphasize it again."

"Because what you are using now was built based on the current situation. In every aspect, it is inferior to what you used before."

Yan Changyue said this, raised her chin again, and gently touched Song Yi's lips. Then, his voice followed, still speaking softly:

"Before the battle, you'd better adapt yourself. Even if you can't make up for the deficiencies, try to familiarize yourself with the current state of your body."

Song Yi nodded reluctantly, and continued to sigh: "Sure enough, pre-made things also need to be processed before they can be put on the table!"