He withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse, "What happened while I was unconscious?"
"Don't worry, no monsters will suddenly rush out. There's nothing but yellow sand." Feng Guang gently smoothed his slightly disheveled long hair with his uninjured hand and said with a light laugh, "I've been waiting for so long. Now that you're finally awake, I can finally relax a little."
For reasons unknown, he said, half sarcastically and half advisingly, "If you were smart, you shouldn't have brought me along."
"That means I'm not smart enough." She laughed indifferently. "But I quite like my current IQ. I'm not too stupid, nor too smart. I understand a fair amount of things, but I don't need to know too many things. That's the happiest way to live."
She has always preferred the middle way, neither being the worst nor the most conspicuous.
He looked at her quietly for a moment, then propped himself up and sat up. He then resumed his usual indifferent tone and said, "Aren't you tired?"
“I’m tired, but I tell myself I still have to take care of you, so I can’t feel tired.” She asked, “Are you feeling better now? We need to find a way out quickly, it will be dark soon, and the desert nights are very cold.”
“Princess… perhaps you could take a rest.”
“In this situation, I can’t…” Her words trailed off. When she looked into his eyes, there was a moment of emptiness and blankness in them. Then, she closed her eyes and fell backward, losing consciousness.
A strong hand caught her waist, changing the direction of her fall and preventing her from crashing onto the yellow sand. Instead, she landed in his arms. Her slender body appeared even more petite and delicate in his embrace.
Si Jia remained motionless, his dark eyes revealing no emotion, or perhaps devoid of any emotion at all. His gloomy gaze, at this moment, was like a dark abyss, seemingly brewing a storm, or perhaps engaging in contradictory self-attack and self-resistance.
He had never had such an experience before. He hadn't experienced it during his first mission, when he first faced a life-or-death crisis during a mission, or when someone first told him they wanted to be his friend.
Everything in this world can be sacrificed—friends, family, and even himself. That's why he can carry out various missions without hesitation and eliminate any different people. That's why he's considered a qualified assassin.
Such anxieties shouldn't exist in his mind, but now there's an unexpected twist. In fact, ever since he brought her out, the surprises she's brought him have never stopped.
Only three days, just three short days...
It felt like an eternity had passed, and the wind-swept environment seemed perpetually quiet, but at this moment, it felt as if a moment of peace had arrived.
Slowly, he raised his other hand and placed it on the back of her head, gently stroking her dark hair. His indifferent expression revealed that this seemed to be an unconscious action. Finally, his eyes focused on the top of her head, and the hand on the back of her head pressed her head against his chest.
It was a tentative gesture, but he realized he didn't dislike it when he did it to her.
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