By evening, Lěng Yè lay exhausted on the bedding.
His lips were pale, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. He looked utterly weak and drained, as if he had just endured a massive expenditure of energy.
Shi Yutao nestled contentedly against his chest, laughing softly. "Even after a thousand years, my form still fits yours so perfectly. Can you feel it?"
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