Perhaps it was the power of her unyielding will that finally roused him. The man slowly opened his long, upturned eyes, his gray-black pupils settling on her with a calm intensity.
It might also have been Xingyu’s imagination; as a snake, her vision was far superior to a human’s, and given the dim light in the tent, the man could likely only perceive her faint, cyan silhouette.
Having just woken, he seemed unable to distinguish reality from a dream, or even recognize what he was holding. His hand moved faster than his mind, instinctively stroking Xingyu’s head.
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