The warm sunlight fell like drops of golden rain upon the flawless tiles, gradually filling the room. The air carried a faint, warm fragrance of epiphyllum, bringing unparalleled calm to the heart.
The room was large, yet astonishingly sparsely furnished. A thick book rested on an exquisite, antique round table. A strangely shaped longsword hung on the wall, while the broad bed was simply colored without being plain.
This was the Bedroom Palace of the Heavenly Base King, He Xi.
The farewell ceremony at the Hall of Heroes had only been halfway through when she revived in an utterly inconceivable manner. Such a thing had never happened in Angel City before. Before many angels could figure out what was going on, Kesha had ordered the unconscious Heavenly Base King brought back here.
On the bed, He Xi's makeup, specially applied for the farewell ceremony, had been removed, and her elaborate attire had been changed back into the elegant nightgown she usually wore.
With her makeup washed away, she revealed her natural beauty. The flush on her lips stood out vividly against her slightly pale face, yet her delicate features remained as beautiful as ever. Especially now, with her brows occasionally knitting in her sleep, she appeared so soft and gentle.
What reassured everyone was that although her face was pale, her breathing was steady. Earlier examinations had also confirmed that the wound in her abdomen had miraculously healed. The reason she remained unconscious was merely because the energy within her body had been severely depleted.
Kesha sat beside the bed, holding He Xi's soft, boneless hand as she quietly watched her. At times, she reached out to smooth He Xi's hair; at others, she picked up a handkerchief to wipe away the fragrant sweat on her forehead. Her movements were