Ye Wuchen slept for a full three days.
Yan Luoluo did not leave his side for even half a step.
Every day, apart from using her spiritual power to soothe his Divine Sense, she sat by the edge of the bed and watched him quietly. Sometimes she stared at his fluttering eyelashes, and sometimes at his steadily rising and falling chest, as if she could convince herself that he was still safely and soundly alive just by doing so.
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