Perhaps because Black Glasses' words were so sincere and gentle, Nangong Jiu suddenly felt the exhaustion from days of travel flood over her. Her eyelids grew heavy and closed, and within moments, her breathing evened out into a light sleep.
Black Glasses looked at Nangong Jiu's defenseless sleeping face, a smile curling the corners of his lips. He held her hand as he leaned back against the chair to rest his eyes.
With the moon hanging high in the sky, Nangong Jiu led Tianxing, Tianhe, and Black Glasses—who had shamelessly tagged along—along with He Yi, Hener, and Uncle Nan showing the way. The remaining people stayed behind to guard the books and bamboo slips that had been moved out of the mountain.
Chapter 49