Bai Zixi froze when Mo Hua suddenly took her hand.
Beside them, Xiao Ju was so furious she wanted to pounce on Mo Hua and bite him to death.
Zi Xi will be angry. She'll cut this wretched man down with one stroke of her sword.
But after waiting a moment, she saw no reaction. When she looked up, Zi Xi was merely standing there in silence, her expression indescribably complicated.
Mo Hua had never been strong, and now that he was gravely wounded, he had even less strength. His hand barely rested against Bai Zixi's.
Bai Zixi could have freed herself with the slightest movement. For some reason, though, she simply let Mo Hua hold her hand.
Xiao Ju stared, dumbfounded.
And Mo Hua, still unconscious, did nothing but hold his Junior Martial Sister's hand.
Like a monster that had drifted for ages through the bitter sea of Divine Thought, he had found an anchor for his Humanity. His mind settled once more, and the pain and torment inflicted on him by the Evil Spirits of the Abyss and the great horrors of the mortal world eased considerably.
Mo Hua's breathing grew even, and he slowly fell asleep.
As Mo Hua slept peacefully, he seemed to return to his childhood, free of turmoil and worry. His face, too, became much more serene and innocent.
Looking at his face, Bai Zixi could still faintly see the little Junior Martial Brother she remembered. Before she knew it, she could not bear to let go.
Clad in white, she sat silently beside him, gazing at his face. Emotions passed through her beautiful eyes, though no one could tell what she was thinking.
Time passed little by little. Within his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua's mind was calm, no longer suffering the