Xia Wenjin sat on one side, propping her chin up with both hands, asleep.
Her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, fluttering lightly like two small fans, her breathing even, yet her brows were tightly knit, as if her sleep was not peaceful.
Of course, napping like this wasn't comfortable.
Huangfu Jingchen blinked, trying to clear his thoughts, considering that with such injuries, he had given up any hope while unconscious. Yet, he wasn't dead?
He had lost so much blood, suffered such severe injuries, could he still be alive?
Probably not, right?
So, he thought he woke up, but perhaps he was still dreaming? Or, was this another world?
But where in another world would there be Xia Wenjin?
He silently looked at Xia Wenjin; this Wenjin, serene and peaceful, even if her sleep was uneasy, was still captivating.
He truly wanted to keep looking at her like this, forever and ever!
Huangfu Jingchen knew this was impossible.
