The agonizing night was finally about to end. The pale blue dawn light filtered through the cotton paper window, cast inside the room. The candle on the low table had burned out, chunks of hardened wax sprawled on it. It took a while before He Yang remembered to replace the candle.
The young man on the bed hadn't woken up throughout the night and did not cause any concern. At this crucial moment of dusk-to-dawn transition, if he could endure this moment safely, his life would no longer be in danger.
He found a new candle, carefully lit it, and went to check on Yu Sifeng's condition. Unexpectedly, he met his pitch-dark and dull eyes, which startled He Yang, who softly asked, "Did you wake up?"
Yu Sifeng did not reply, merely staring blankly with his eyes. After a moment, his face grew redder, gradually resembling a drunken person, flushed as blood. His pitch-black eyes also emitted a strangely mesmerizing look.
