She could even see the shadows beneath his thick eyelashes.
"How are you feeling? Where does it hurt?"
Xie Huaiye moved even closer, carefully examining her complexion.
That familiar, faint fragrance emanating from him.
At this moment, she felt inexplicably at ease, yet also a little uneasy.
Yan Ning wanted to shake her head, but the movement aggravated a certain wound.
She hissed in pain.
My body instinctively shrank back.
"Don't move," Xie Huaiye said in a low voice, his tone somewhat anxious.
He instinctively reached out, making a tentative gesture to protect her.
I wanted to help, but I didn't dare to touch her too hard.
His hand hovered just inches above her shoulder.
To form a protective stance.
His brows were furrowed tightly, and his worry was almost palpable.
Yan Ning looked at his nervous expression.
A corner of my heart inexplicably softened.
The words my master spoke in my dream just now—I remember them, I feel heartache, and they are beautiful…
Suddenly, a blurry image appeared.
"I...I'm fine."
She tried to force a reassuring smile, her voice still weak, "It was just... a dream."
Xie Huaiye slowly lowered his suspended hand.
But he took the opportunity to grasp her slightly cool hand that was resting beside him.
His palms were large and warm, calloused, and held her tightly.
The movements were so natural, as if they were meant to be.
"What did you dream about?" he asked softly, his tone softening.
Yan Ning looked into his deep eyes, which were so close to hers.
A slight flush crept onto her face without her even noticing.
Master's voice still seems to echo in my ears:
"If you really meet such a person, you'd better hurry up and not miss the chance."
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