The faint pain in his chest had completely disappeared.
Although he wasn't sure what had happened afterward, Xiao Moli suspected that the Poisonous Insect Technique had been lifted from his body.
Now it's likely just aftereffects; a few days of rest should be enough to recover.
Having figured this out, Xiao Moli turned his gaze once more to the person beside him.
Due to the angle, he could only see her pointed jaw.
An Ziqi had always had a difficulty gaining weight. Over the past few years, he'd finally managed to get her to put on a bit of weight, but now she was thin again.
Xiao Moli looked at her with heartache, knowing that these days, she must have been very distressed and exhausted because of him.
In her sleep, An Ziqi seemed afraid he would leave, holding his arm tightly.
The warm temperature transferred to his body.
An intense wave of emotion surged within Xiao Moli.
He wanted to hold her, kiss her, spoil her.
