"Don't touch me. Please. I'm burning up."Chen Mo's voice was a ragged whisper, his body convulsing on the frozen ground. The snow around him was melting, turning to steam as it touched his skin. His scales were glowing with an unbearable heat, golden light pulsing through his veins like molten fire. Every breath he took was agony, his lungs searing, his throat raw from screaming."I have to touch you," Meng Yao said, her hands hovering over his chest. "I have to cool you down.""You'll burn yourself. Your hands—""I don't care about my hands."She pressed her palms against his chest. The heat was overwhelming, searing, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't pull away. If she pulled away, he would die. The skin on her palms began to redden, blisters forming almost instantly. She gritted her teeth and pressed harder."Yao." His voice was breaking. "Yao, I can feel it. The third tier. It's tearing me apart.""I know. I know. Just hold on.""I can't. I can't hold on much longer.""Yes, y