Di Fuyi glanced down at her. Although she was flustered, he thought that she looked beautiful. More beautiful than she ever had been. She slept soundly; her drooping eyelashes looked like little fans.
In her slumber, she had lost her agonistic edge and possessed tranquility that resembled that of a child. He bore his pain and put her in his hold; in her subconsciousness, she embraced his waist and went to rest.
Her small face buried in his chest; the heat of her streaming breath fluttered against his body and gave it an unusual warmth.
Di Fuyi could not help himself but peck her on the forehead. Although he could not do anything, he felt content just by holding her in his embrace.
Therefore, he closed his eyes and regulated his breath with her in his hold; his technique was one that was special and the most effective to heal injuries. It was just a few minutes before he noticed something and opened his eyes.
