The indoor fireplace was warm, the scent of tea faint, and Yue Hongling, under the nourishment of the Rejuvenation Technique, was overcame by drowsiness and unknowingly fell asleep on the man's body.
Zhao Changhe looked around; this was the guest hall that the monks had set up especially to receive him. The outer part was the hall where guests were entertained, and turning inward was the guest bedroom. Zhao Changhe carefully picked up Yue Hongling, moved into the inner hall, and placed her on the bed, covering her with the quilt.
It was quite rare to see the usually fierce Yue Hongling sleep so peacefully, her brows relaxed, a smile on her lips, and an air of letting go of everything that could be seen from afar.
Zhao Changhe gently brushed away stray hairs from her forehead, and watched her intently for a while before bending down to kiss her, then stood up and walked over to the window.
