Xuanyuan Wuhen cast a casual cleansing spell on himself and draped a robe over his shoulders. He then sat on the daybed across from the large bed, crossing his legs and resting his head on one hand as he watched the unconscious beauty in silence.
Since they had met yesterday, this was the only moment free of icy sarcasm or bitter curses—the only time he could truly look at her.
Xuanyuan Wuhen’s ink-dark eyes fell upon her body. Bruises in shades of blue and purple covered her skin, leaving almost no unblemished surface. She looked like a battered, miserable rag doll, with dried tear tracks still clinging to the corners of her eyes. She looked pitiful indeed.
Chapter 179