Sunlight was just beginning to rise.
Yue Hongling lazily got up to wash, then turned her head to look at the man seated cross-legged on the bed, engrossed in his cultivation, which was both aggravating and amusing.
A man who, despite his injuries, insisted on not resting properly and dragged his lover hundreds of miles away to find an affectionate place for Dual Cultivation—who could understand...
If one were to think positively, Zhao Changhe's trust and dependency on her were truly unrivaled; he didn't care at all about his own injuries, acting as if having Yue Hongling by his side guaranteed absolute safety. It was a mystery where such confidence came from.
But revisiting this place certainly surprised Yue Hongling; it felt genuinely interesting.
What was the fun in a stodgy man? A man like this brought surprises from time to time...
