A-Qing looked at Bai Yuexi and her eyelashes fluttered. A deep and complicated light flickered in her eyes, like a dark fog.
There were a lot of emotions in it, but they were hidden in a layer of fog. Others couldn't see his emotions clearly, nor could they know what he was thinking.
A-Qing's gaze fell on Bai Yuexi and then on the hand she was holding onto.
A-Qing looked at the hand that was holding hers and her gaze paused.
A-Qing's expression changed. He maintained his lying position and did not move his hands. He did not disturb Bai Yuexi and allowed her to sleep.
With her eyes closed, a-Qing could feel the warmth in her palm.
It was the warmth from Bai Yuexi's palm.
Last night, even though he was unconscious, he still had his subconsciousness. Everything Bai Yuexi did and said, he heard.
As a slave in the past, it was common for him to get injured. Most of the time, no one would treat him.
At that time, he had always lived on his willpower.
