Lin Lang jumped out of the Cultivation Space.
He returned to Xina's bedroom, ready to rest.
As soon as he got into bed.
Xina's body unknowingly snuggled over, murmuring Lin Lang's name as if she were a little girl missing a sense of security.
Lin Lang then held her in his arms.
Xina finally slept peacefully.
...
The next morning!
The morning light gently streamed through the thin curtains, casting softly over the bed.
Lin Lang gradually woke up, his drowsy eyes slowly focusing, and saw Xina lying on her side, gazing intently at him.
Xina's hair casually scattered on the pillow, with a few stray strands lying beside her fair cheek, like a serene and lovely painting.
Her deep blue eyes were filled with love and longing. Seeing Lin Lang awake, there was a barely discernible trace of sadness in her eyes.
Lin Lang's mouth unconsciously curved into a faint smile, with a touch of morning laziness and hoarseness, he asked softly:
"What are you looking at?"
