These two words, spoken by Xie Guixue, had a tone with warmth, unlike the previously cold demeanor.
Hoarse, tender, even carrying a hint of a tremble.
His ice-blue eyes shimmered with a gentle, watery hue, and at their corners was a blush-like hue.
Such an expression made Su Muyao's heart string tremble uncontrollably when they met eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your body still uncomfortable?"
Su Muyao went to touch his forehead.
Feeling his body was indeed a bit warmer.
Xie Guixue felt the warmth on his forehead, carefully observing Su Muyao, momentarily believing reality.
Also confusedly thinking it was his dream.
Countless times before, he chased her blurry silhouette in dreams, feeling extremely empty upon waking.
That feeling was too painful.
Xie Guixue gently held Su Muyao's hand in his palm, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.
Feeling that long-lost sweet fragrance.
Then he got up, gently pulling her to him, flipping her onto the bed, and instinctively kissing her.
