Baili An quietly lowered his eyelids, saying nothing more.
The pale fingertips hidden within the tattered sleeves slightly curled, carrying a subtle hint of shyness that deeply stirred the fox demon.
She did not urge him, merely gazed at him patiently with the eyes of a predator observing its trapped prey.
He stood silently in the cold wind for a long time, until the violent snowstorm cut into the wound on his back, causing moist blood to flow down.
Baili An's complexion grew paler in the wind and snow.
The Three-tailed Demon Fox watched as his tense shoulders gradually relaxed in the harsh environment.
Finally, he calmly raised his head, his hand reaching out from his sleeve, preparing to place it into the hand extended by the Three-tailed Demon Fox.
Shu Ci was both amazed and overwhelmed with incredulous joy.
Three years ago, even when the Demon Lord forced him to become her consort, he refused.
