When he noticed Qin Ruan approaching, Huo Yunjiao's heightened state of vigilance was real, a habit he had cultivated since childhood.
Holdin her hand, the needles pain of being forced apart when they repelled each other was clear to him.
When she held his hand again, the warmth flowing from her hand into his meridians was very comforting.
It was even more warming than when Ling Xuzi adjusted his chi; emotionally and physically he felt comfortable.
Huo Yunjiao fixed his eyes on the prone body, furrowed his brow slightly, and a puzzled light was revealed in his eyes.
Something came to his mind and his eyes softened with tenderness. The corners curving subtly, his deep eyes resembled the radiant crescent moon hanging high in the night sky.
A barely audible sigh sound echoed quietly in the empty room.
Huo Yunjiao shifted his gaze and slowly closed his eyes.
There was no need to rush some things.
