Yukino Ritsuko and a few others followed closely behind, causing a commotion on the deck.
"Don't worry, he's just exhausted..." Amaterasu comforted, "This battle has greatly benefited him. Before long, your husband will be the Demon Venerable..."
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The lights were dim, and the candle shadows flickered.
When Fujiwara Reya woke up, he looked at his hands, and the wounds had already healed.
He shifted his gaze and immediately saw Kawashima Miki dozing off at the bedside.
Perhaps she was worried sick earlier, as she seemed to be having a nightmare.
Her elegant brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently, and her body would occasionally jolt violently. Her voluptuous figure seemed about to slip to the ground, and Fujiwara Reya quickly reached out to pull her into his arms.
"Hmm..."
Kawashima Miki frowned.
Her small hand was ice-cold.
When Fujiwara Reya held it, it felt as if he were holding a block of ice.
