When Xiao Yue woke up again, Long Zhao Feng was still sleeping soundly. To Xiao Yue's greatest relief, the fever had come down. Color had returned to the man's face, making it almost look like he was only sleeping. If one was to ignore the number of bandages on his body.
Xiao Yue pressed a gentle kiss on Long Zhao Feng's warm lips before she rose to her feet and walked around.
The two puppets were dutifully guarding the entrance. When Xiao Yue wanted to go out, they shielded the entrance with their bodies.
"Miss, please go back," they shouted in unison. "Master has said that Miss is not allowed to leave."
Xiao Yue looked at the scenery over the head of the two puppets. The sky outside was still rumbling in a threatening manner. The dark clouds had yet to disperse. Some lightning bolts were flashing in a distance, accompanied by eardrum-shattering sounds.
