C166 The Gratitude in His Heart

Itchy, intensely itchy, as if countless ants were crawling all over his skin.

Nangong Fan slowly opened his eyes to a familiar blood-red hue. A faint fragrance wafted around him, seeping into his soul.

The chirping of birds rang in his ears. Nangong Fan's gaze was slightly bewildered. Where was he? Why did it all seem so familiar?

The tingling sensation on his body intensified