She blinked her eyes for a while before recognizing reality for what it was.
Perhaps these injuries caused her to observe the world in a gentler light, or maybe it was this man being so affectionate because of them. Whatever it was, Ling Yao was somewhat different.
He was different from before he just left.
As Ling Yao had not slept a wink in 3 days, he was utterly tired and fell into a deep slumber in no time.
The man’s sleeping face was so spectacular that she could not resist raising her hand to poke his cheek with her fingertip very delicately and gently.
In hindsight, she became conscious of her actions. Silently pulling her hand back as she gazed at the man lying next to her in a childlike repose, she failed even to notice the way her lips curled upwards.