Bai Yao's fingers trembled slightly. He wanted to pull his hand back, but a small part of him hoped she would keep holding on this tightly forever.
But the thought of Yu Hanche—the one who had a sympathetic connection with his body—
His well-defined fingers suddenly went rigid.
"Pillow's too hard... want to rest on an arm..." The girl gently tugged his palm, murmuring softly.
The pillow on the stone bed was also something Bai Yao had carved out with a Wind Blade.
It was exquisitely shaped, but it was still stone, after all.
With a flick of his fingers, Bai Yao summoned a small but powerful gust of wind, moving the stone stool he had been sitting on from beside the campfire over to the bed.
He carefully lifted the girl's head and gently cradled it with his own strong arm.
The girl's long, black hair, as smooth as silk, brushed against his arm, sending a tingling sensation through him.
