When Lin Zhaoyue woke up, her consciousness felt like tea leaves slowly unfurling in warm water. The first thing she felt was the warmth radiating from a palm, cooler than her own, yet carrying a steady, anchored strength like a boulder in a mountain stream, firmly holding her up despite the rushing current.
Her eyelashes trembled three times before finally parting a slit in the sunlight—she was met with Ye Fan’s tightly pressed jawline. The peaks of his brows still held lingering concern, beads of sweat on his temples gleamed in the light, and even his Adam's apple was pulled taut.
"Awake?" Ye Fan’s voice was lower than usual, as if he feared shattering something.
Chapter 164