Moments later, he sighed helplessly, gently raised his arm, and looked at the faint, gray mark resembling a furnace in the palm of his hand, muttering to himself.,As his last wisp of consciousness faded, Jiang Yan vaguely heard a hazy voice.,In the courtyard, a cold wind blew, restoring everything to silence. Only Jiang Yan remained alone, stiff and lifeless as a corpse. Unlike previous times when he had feigned unconsciousness for the sake of the drama, this time he was truly "passed out"...。