Jiang Yu's lips slightly curved, burying her face into Yang Cheng's embrace, her heart filled with expectations for the future.
They chatted for a long time, until Jiang Yu's breathing gradually became even, and Yang Cheng gently got up and left her room.
Returning to his own room, Feng Jiuge was lying on the bed waiting for him.
"Lulled her to sleep?"
She raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Mm."
Yang Cheng took off his coat and lay beside her.
Feng Jiuge turned over and leaned against his chest, her fingers gently tracing over the black mark.
"The mark has spread again."
Her voice carried a hint of worry.
Yang Cheng glanced down, the mark had indeed grown larger, almost the size of a palm.
"There's still time, no rush."
He held Feng Jiuge's hand, softly reassuring her.
In fact, he almost forgot about the mark, today at the black market he forgot to ask if there was Earth Core Fire and Celestial Flower Stone Marrow.
