Li Ji lay on the bed.
If he turned his head just slightly, he could see the woman sleeping on the bamboo couch through the thin screen.
Her quality of sleep was as good as ever.
In just a few moments, she was already asleep.
In the quiet bedchamber, her breathing could be heard clearly—faint and steady.
Hearing this familiar sound, Li Ji's mind involuntarily relaxed.
Whether it was because Hua Manman was near or because he had spoken with her that day, Li Ji didn't toss and turn for long that night before gradually drifting off to sleep.
When he awoke, it was already the next morning.
The crisp chirping of birds could be heard from outside the window.
For a moment, Li Ji was in a daze.
Ever since that bloody battle five years ago, he had suffered from insomnia night after night.
He had thought he would have to endure the rest of his life in such a stupor.
But unexpectedly, he had actually gotten a peaceful night's sleep.
