However, after Lu Ning fell asleep, she did not rouse again until dawn.
The first to wake up was Huo Jinyan. The pain from his wound woke him up.
When he awoke, he saw the unfamiliar environment in front of him and he felt a warm feeling in his hand. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw Lu Ning sleeping by the bed.
He was stunned for a moment. When he regained his senses, he patted herself—it was certainly not a dream.
When he looked at Lu Ning, there was a hint of gentleness in his eyes. His hand holding her wrist moved silently from her wrist to her palm, gently holding it.
Some tufts of hair fell in front of her face, blocking it from view. When Huo Jinyan raised his other hand, the sudden movement tugged at the wound. After being stunned for two seconds, he brought his hand near her face, gently brushing away her hair. Her beautiful little face appeared completely in his eyes again.
