Yang Jing raised his eyes to the woman smiling gently across from him. With helplessness and tenderness in his voice, he asked softly, "Senior Sister, you only brought me two new sets of clothes, shoes, and socks a few days ago. Why have you stayed up through the night to make another two sets so soon?"
As the words left his lips, Yang Jing's gaze settled on Sun Ningxiang's eyes, and he immediately caught the traces of fatigue she could not conceal.
Her usually clear, gentle eyes were slightly red at the corners, with faint bloodshot threads beneath them. Though her gaze seemed tender and composed, it could not hide the exhaustion deep within. She looked as gentle and graceful as ever, yet sleepless nights had left her looking somewhat wan and fragile.
At the sight, Yang Jing's brows drew together slightly, and understanding dawned in his heart.
Sun Ningxiang must have spent these past few days working day and night, staying up to sew these two sets of clothes and two pairs of cloth shoes by hand, stitch by stitch. She might even have gone several nights without sleep, never stopping to rest.
After all, Sun Ningxiang had already entered the transforming strength realm. Her physique far surpassed that of an ordinary mortal; her blood and qi were abundant, her body strong, and her energy plentiful. Ordinary sleeplessness, exertion, and fatigue could leave no mark on her, much less redden her eyes and make her look exhausted.
For even a transforming strength expert with a physique far beyond ordinary people to have been worn down until her eyes reddened and both body and mind grew weary, one could only imagine how much thought and effort she had spent, and how many late nights she had endured.
Every stitch and