The hand tightly holding her right hand suddenly trembled, his body slowly turned stiff and tense.
The corners of Yun Rong's lips curved into a touch of sorrowful melancholy, as she slowly lowered her raised hand, carefully hiding the emotions in her eyes.
Her voice seemed to be wrapped in wind, faint, calmly: "You're awake?"
Awake, naturally that means sober.
Baili An was frozen over her body for a long time, his mind a tangled mess, feeling utterly ashamed and resentful to death.
Though he didn't know what had just happened, upon waking, the sight beneath him was dazzlingly white...
For a moment, Baili An could neither nod nor shake his head, only slowly supporting his body to further consider his options.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the person beneath him seemed to have a numb leg, letting out a soft moan. The once calm voice now carried a touch of spring, making it sound rather ambiguous, easily leading one's thoughts astray.
