Gu Yuze's body felt so feverish yet his insides were as cold as ice. A warm hand ran through his back. It was so comfortable. Like he could just relax and not think of anything even if for just a minute.
"Gu Yuze. You are all right. It is going to be alright." The person seems to have nothing else to say, repeating those words over and over again.
That was a lie, it was not going to be alright but those fingers were just so warm.
They brushed from his temples to the back of his head, combing his hair with such tenderness that Gu Yuze knew he could only have dreamt it.
He did not know how long he drifted in and out of consciousness but when he woke up, his head was still feeling dizzy.
The memories of the battle with the assassin still flashed in his mind. He had been poisoned.
Malice. Han Ji's cultivation. He searched for his phone around him but he did not see it. The room was dark.
