Her pupils were bright and shiny, blinking under the lingering sunset, making her exceptionally beautiful.
Su Bei turned around and silently embraced her.
Her head rested tightly against his chest. Feeling this long-missed tenderness, she whispered softly, "Don't let me lose you again..."
His hair was still as pale as withered grass, rough to the touch... She couldn't help but wonder what kind of pressure he had been shouldering all alone.
Ji Nanjue lifted her head, and extending a finger, she lightly brushed away a few stray, unkempt whiskers on his chin. "Your vital energy is still so weak; what really is the state of your body? I see that just by using a single sword strike, you've already become this feeble."
She continued, "What is the actual situation now? Can't you make a move, or is it that you can't?"
