Until the nerves became numb, until the voice grew so hoarse that it could not be recognized, the breath within the body finally quieted down.
"Today has passed, soak for half an hour more, and once your body is sufficiently nourished, you can rise from the tub," Phoebe stroked his beard, feeling relief as he spoke.
Watching Zhiyan in discomfort, when had he ever felt at ease?
Unbeknownst to him, this delicate and petite girl had become so important that she could influence his mood. With her company, he felt his heart that had been lonely for thousands of years revive, becoming young and energetic again. Her presence allowed him to experience the warmth of family that he hadn't felt for a long time.
Hearing Phoebe's words, Zhiyan completely relaxed, leaning against the tub and started to doze off.
