When Yi Ling opened her eyes, she felt more relaxed than she had in months. Her body felt light, and the usual heaviness in her head and heart was gone. As she finished checking her body, she noticed someone lying beside her.
Muxin, even as a part of his own soul and memories, still needed rest. Especially after the last five months of constant worry about his wife during their separation. His white hair, white eyelashes, and pale skin made him look like he belonged in a fantasy. His eyes were closed, and his face was only a breath away from her forehead. Yi Ling didn't know when Muxin had laid down beside her or when she had laid on his chest.
