Although Xiaowu had taken Oscar's great recovery sausage and Tang San's Dragon God leaf, she had never stopped to regulate her breathing. The arduous wait of more than five hours—if it hadn't been for that final belief sustaining her, she would have given in long ago.
Finally seeing Tang San's return, the tightly wound strings of her heart relaxed, and her body, now able to protect itself, brought her into a state of unconsciousness.
Lifting Xiaowu's slender legs, Tang San held her tightly. Even though Xiaowu hadn't managed to speak a word to him, how could he not understand what she had endured at this time?
That night, Tang San slept with Xiaowu in his arms. This time he didn't shy away from the embarrassment, and instead kept Xiaowu nestled close to him throughout.
That night, Tang San didn't sleep; his hands continually moved across Xiaowu's back, helping her to regulate her blood flow.
That night, no one disturbed them, just as no one disturbed Grandmaster and Liu Erlong.
