Suddenly, waves of coolness came over him, gradually extinguishing the fire of pain within his body. That refreshing sensation was extremely comfortable, and allowed Huo Yuhao to slowly relax his nerves in his sleep. In his dream, Dong'er returned to his side, snuggling up next to him. Smelling the faint fragrance of Dong'er's body, holding her small hand, Huo Yuhao felt his heart completely settle down. With Dong'er there, all the suffering he had endured seemed insignificant. As long as Dong'er was back, it was all no longer pain. At least, there was sweetness after the bitterness.
At dawn, when the first ray of sunlight entered the tent and happened to shine on Tang Wutong's delicate face, she subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to block the light, but found her hand somewhat heavy.
Opening her eyes, her pink and blue eyes were still somewhat hazy, and the first thing she saw was a pale face tinged with a blush.
