The gaze gradually became deep and inscrutable.
"Does it hurt?"
When Huo Qi spoke again, he suddenly started to stutter a bit.
Xiao Yixing glanced at his elbow that had hit the ground, his tone still very cold: "What do you think?"
Huo Qi: "..."
He just looked at him, staring at the familiar yet indifferent face, listening to his slightly emotional words, not knowing how much time had passed, suddenly his throat moved.
When he spoke again, his voice suddenly became a bit hoarse, and his eyes softened somewhat: "Does it still hurt like this?"
As soon as he said this, Xiao Yixing hadn't quite understood what he meant, but then saw him suddenly lean over—
...
...
Golden sunlight shone through the curtains, spreading across the whole room.
Strands of sunlight penetrated the dust in the air, and at a certain moment, those tiny particles became like living sprites.
They danced, roamed, and twirled in the air.
