How could one let go?
Once accustomed to the power brought by Divine Sense, it was hard for anyone to give it up.
"Then you sleep on the bed; I'll sleep on the floor."
Wang Mu summoned a straw mat and laid it on the ground.
On the bed, Heroine Yan lay silently.
The moonlight spilling in from the window cast a halo on her snow-white cheeks.
Wang Mu glanced over. He could only see the grey quilt covering the bed, its contours prominent... forming a stark contrast with Heroine Yan's pure and stunningly beautiful visage.
For a moment, Wang Mu felt disoriented, unable to distinguish reality.
"Cold?" Heroine Yan suddenly asked.
"No..." Wang Mu began to say.
The night was icy. It was the height of winter, a time that would definitely be cold for mortals.
Only... he had forgotten his identity. As a mere mortal, he *should* be cold.
"Cold," Wang Mu said.
"Come up here," Heroine Yan said. "The chill entering your body will bring nightmares."
"This..."
