It was the first time she saw Xie Xun with stubble on his face, and somehow she found it intriguing. Fengyu's slender fingers gently touched his rough chin, her curiosity piqued.
Xie Xun was deeply asleep. Catching the scent of medicine from her palm, he smiled faintly and deliberately rubbed his chin against her hand. Fengyu giggled and tried to pull away, but Xie Xun grabbed her wrist and, with a swift move, held her tightly in his arms.
Startled, Fengyu struggled to break free. However, Xie Xun pressed her waist firmly, holding her close, "Ayu... don't move, let me hold you for a while."
That soul-crushing despair, as if losing everything in the world—he never wanted to experience it again in this lifetime.
Once in the Capital City, another time in Yangzhou.
That was enough!
