Meng Xi'er's cheeks were soft and slightly cool, much like flower petals, devoid of any vitality.
His gaze shifted ever so slightly and he couldn't resist tenderly brushing her cheek once more.
Seemingly aware of something, the bedridden Meng Xi'er gently turned her head. She nestled her cheek into Lu Yebai's palm and lightly rubbed against it.
Lu Yebai's heart was about to leap out of his chest. He felt a mix of nervousness and... embarrassment, as if he were secretly engaged in some clandestine affair, threatening to be exposed any minute. It was a feeling of unease.
Meng Xi'er didn't wake up, all she did was happily press against his hand, seemingly finding it warm.
She felt so cold, yet Lu Yebai's hand seemed to bring her warmth.
Lu Yebai furrowed his brows. His heartbeat raced, the sensation was extraordinary, indescribable. Where her skin met his, it felt as if a current was flowing, rapidly crawling along his fingers and into his heart.
