Qinghe's eyes lit up, "It's me, Shiwu, how are you?"
The fog shrouding his eyes gradually dissipated, and Weisheng Yueren slowly made out the person beside him, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of bright eyes, like stars. At this moment, they were filled with surprise, joy, comfort, excitement, worry, and other complex emotions, staring intently at him. Weisheng Yueren saw the miniaturized version of himself reflected in her eyes, with no one else but him, a smile unexpectedly curved his lips, and he suddenly felt his adventurous behavior was worth it. He liked that in those clear and lively eyes, there was only him, her body and mind slowly becoming entirely his.
Each time Weisheng Yueren carried out a mission, he seemed to disregard his own life, not feeling tired or in pain. But now that he had seen Qinghe, he felt very tired and wanted to sleep, his whole body relaxed completely.
