Outside the window, the wind howled and rain poured, yet inside, there was a tranquil silence.
The two figures by the bedside clung tightly to each other, even their heartbeats seemed to synchronize at that moment.
It was unclear how much time had passed; outside, the storm still raged with torrential rain, but fortunately, the sobbing cries that could melt even a heart as strong as iron into tenderness finally quieted down.
Then, a deep and magnetic voice sounded beside the ear—
"Feeling better now?"
Shang Ruyi's heart thumped fiercely at the tenderness in the voice.
She slowly lifted her head from the warm embrace, looking at Yu Wenye—because of the storm outside, the room was not lit, making the light poor, yet under such dim lighting, his gaze exuded an unusual, profound gentleness. Just one look, and Shang Ruyi felt as if her whole being was drawn into those eyes as deep as the starry night.
As if, there was no escaping.
