Huangfu Jingchen's heart was a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He enjoyed Wenjin's meticulous care yet feared that after this, she would leave again, and he wouldn't know where to find her.
Sometimes, when he woke up halfway through the night, he subconsciously searched for Wenjin.
He worried she would once again leave without saying goodbye.
Fortunately, Xia Wenjin was still there.
She was not far away, sitting on the grass with her arms around her knees, silently dozing off.
After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed to have lost some weight and appeared quite exhausted. It was the kind of exhaustion that comes from physical weakness and fatigue.
Huangfu Jingchen looked at the wound on her wrist, trying hard to recall the very blurry images from when he was swallowed by that darkness, and a guess formed in his heart.
But he himself couldn't be sure if it was a dream or reality.
