The door opened, and Jiang Qingli entered the hospital room.
As if sensing her presence, the young man on the bed twitched his fingers, his tightly shut eyelids fluttering.
The instruments restraining him retracted, and he unconsciously reached forward, grasping the girl's slender, warm fingers.
As if by instinct, his long, calloused fingers slipped between hers, locking tight and refusing to let go.
His grip was so tight his knuckles turned white, but Jiang Qingli didn't even frown, simply stroking Qin Muye's face with her other hand.
She gave a small smile, closed her eyes, and slowly pressed her forehead to his, entering his Spiritual Domain.
After a few seconds of darkness, the sound of a torrential downpour grew steadily clearer.
Heavy rain hammered down, splashing up murky mud and masking the young man's faint breathing.
It took Jiang Qingli a moment to realize that Qin Muye was lying down.
