"!!!"
At that, Yuyan - who had been forcing herself to stay composed for so long - finally gave up the fight and let her face go completely.
Since Zhihan had already seen her at her absolute worst, there was no longer any reason to keep up the cold, untouchable cold beauty image she had always maintained in front of her.
Splash... splash, splash...
As the painted figure dancing with a sword on the room divider lost the last of its sheen, the storm that had swept through the room finally drew to a close.
The clouds parted. Both their faces, flushed deep crimson, were now drenched in sweat.
She lay sprawled face-down on the bed. He lay sprawled behind her.
Both collapsed in silence, breathing hard for a long while, each quietly absorbing the insights of the Sword Dao and refining the different strands of true energy and sword intent they had drawn from the other during cultivation.
