In the study, Sikong Wuyou looked at the food in front of him, yet had no appetite whatsoever.
He got up, walked to a small couch on the side, and curled his body up tightly.
Just like... before.
As if this was the only way he could find a trace of security.
Similarly, An Ning hadn’t slept either, but unlike Sikong Wuyou, she ate a lot.
Ate until she felt... like vomiting.
The night remained cold and silent.
Two rooms, two different states, yet inexplicably with sothing in common.
In the end, her body was too weak; groggy, she finally fell asleep.
But even in her sleep, her brows remained tightly knit, seemingly not at peace.
Little did she know, as she slept, the room’s door quietly opened in the middle of the night.
Soon after, a tall figure walked in from outside, and the door was gently closed again.
Basking in the dim moonlight, Sikong Wuyou walked to the bedside.
Seeing An Ning’s furrowed brow, he gently raised his hand to smooth it out.
Only then did he lift the quilt and lie down.
Embracing her in his arms, Sikong Wuyou looked at An Ning’s face, his gaze never so profound and earnest before.
An Ning, I don’t know if I am worthy of you, nor do I know if I am still entitled to love.
But when you said for to take responsibility, it was as if sothing plucked at my heartstrings, though faint... yet profound.
You led into an abyss with you, from which I can never erge, so you must accompany in this descent, with no chance to regret!
No matter what the future holds, you must continue down this path with .
This was Sikong Wuyou’s unprecedented persistence in all his years of living.
In the morning, when the first rays of scorching sunlight filtered through the tree branches and windows, illuminating her face.
An Ning wanted to open her eyes, but the dazzling sunlight forced her to keep them tightly shut.
Instinctively trying to raise her uninjured hand to shield her eyes, she realized she seed bound by sothing, unable to lift it.
That feeling distinctly ant she was being embraced by soone.
This was Sikong Wuyou’s room, the County Office, where no bandit could enter, so the only person who could be lying on this bed holding her had to be... Sikong Wuyou.
She fluttered her eyelids before fully adapting to the light, then slowly opened her eyes.
Turning her head, her lips brushed against his chin.
An Ning paused for a mont, then instantly regained her composure.
Raising her eyes, she looked at his smooth face, which still bore indelible traces of fatigue.
The next mont, An Ning turned her body completely, pounced towards him, then opened her mouth and bit his neck.
"Hiss..."
In fact, it seed like Wuyou had already woken up the mont An Ning made a move.
Later, as her lips brushed past his chin, he felt nervous, yet there was a slight delight in his heart.
He didn’t open his eyes because he wanted to see what she would do next.
Unexpectedly, she pounced on him and bit him hard.
Shikong Wuyou wasn’t exaggerating; indeed, An Ning bit pretty fiercely.
Only when he tasted the tallic flavor of blood in his mouth did she finally release her bite with satisfaction.
At the sa ti, Sikong Wuyou’s body, tense from the pain, also slowly relaxed.
Opening his eyes and looking at An Ning, he asked, "Feeling better?"
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