Only the crispy noise of the burning wood filled the woods as Yuan stood there, looking at the sleeping face of Zhang Fumin.
As he sat, a chair appeared behind him for his support, and he comfortably sat on the chair, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
He then turned his gaze to the fire and a mutter escaped his lips "The warmth..."
He raised his hand and a flick of fire appeared on his palm as his gaze squinted.
"The warmth.. I can't feel the 'warmth' I felt from it... maybe because of this woman. Big Sister?"
Unconsciously, his eyes grew tender as he looked at the sleeping face of the woman, the orange shade of the fire casting a beautiful hue on her face.
Huh? But he suddenly raised his hand and placed it above his heart 'Just now... my heart fluttered? Looking at her...'
He again took a good look at her and she is not exceptionally beautiful or something. Within mortal standards, she can be considered above average.
