Cold beads of sweat seeped from Pei Hengyu’s pale, delicate skin, dampening the white hair scattered across his pillow in an instant.
Winter had arrived, and the nights grew ever colder. Once past midnight, the charcoal in the brazier seemed to lose its life, packed full yet devoid of warmth. Even the bronze mirror standing by the wardrobe shimmered with a frigid light. Ever since Yuwen Junan had awakened his Wu Tribe bloodline, a fire seemed to burn within him, making him oblivious to the winter chill. But Pei Hengyu was different. Bereft of the nourishment of his Spiritual Power, he struggled desperately within the grip of a cold, agonizing nightmare.
Yuwen Junan could not sleep, and Pei Hengyu could not find peace. After enduring half the night, Yuwen Junan finally snapped. He turned over and draped his body over Pei Hengyu’s. His slender fingers traced slowly over Pei Hengyu’s ink-black brows, but the fire in his own heart only burned brighter.
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