The night grew deeper and heavier.
In the end, Liang Yichao fell asleep amidst the pain.
However, what he didn't know was that after he fell asleep, Yu Wei turned around and watched his back for a long time before slowly getting out of bed.
She walked to the side of his sickbed.
Yu Wei silently watched his thick hair, handsome face, every inch of his body. Due to the four years of tempering, he was even more mature and perfect.
Liang Yichao was very tall. From adolescence to adulthood, the girls and women who liked Liang Yichao could form an entire camp.
His good physique aside, God had also bestowed upon Liang Yichao an extraordinarily beautiful face, caught somewhere between charm and wildness.
Even his body, though bruised for so many days, seemed to be nearly healed.
