Wei Lingbai’s complexion was deathly pale, his cheeks flushed with a feverish, sickly heat. Yet, he forced himself to keep his hazy dark eyes open, terrified that if he were to slacken even for a moment, he would sink into a deep, unconscious slumber—and when he finally awoke, Xingyu, whom he had spent so long searching for, would have vanished from his world.
Xingyu tilted her head and bit her lip. Her irises, rimmed with a brilliant, moon-like gold in the candlelight, reflected Wei Lingbai’s fragmented and unfocused gaze in silence.
She knitted her brows, appearing like a small kitten tangled in a ball of yarn it had clawed to pieces. "Idiot, you’re really going to run yourself into the grave."
Chapter 211