Lu Xueqi (93)

Su Han's vision instantly blurred.

Scalding liquid surged uncontrollably into his eyes, only to be forcibly held back.

He tightly gripped that slightly cool hand, as though he were holding the entire world he had once lost and now regained.

His voice caught in his throat. After a long while, he finally managed to force out hoarse, broken syllables.

"Yes..."

"Yes, you slept for a long time."

"But it's alright. Now... it's alright."

Bi Yao's gaze was still somewhat unfocused, as though she were trying hard to understand the situation.

Her eyes slowly moved, passing over Su Han's anxious face, over the Soul Stabilizing Pearl at her brow that gave off a cool sensation, and over her own shoulder, carefully bandaged yet still faintly aching.

At last, they settled on the snow-cold figure in white standing on the other side of the jade bed.

Lu Xueqi was looking at her as well.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to fall silent for an instant.

A trace of faint confusion flickered in Bi Yao's eyes. Then, as though she had recalled something, that confusion turned to understanding before settling into an indescribable complexity.

Her lips moved again, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

Her gaze merely lingered for a moment on Lu Xueqi's pale face and the Tian Ya Sword in her hand, not yet sheathed, with faint lightning flickering around it.

Meeting her gaze, Lu Xueqi gave a slight nod.

She still carried that cold, detached bearing, but the complexity in the depths of her eyes seemed to loosen a little as well.

"It's good... that you're awake."

Lu Xueqi's voice was soft, carrying a slight rasp from excessive exhaustion, yet it held a little less chill than usual.

Bi Yao