Li Buyan was too exhausted to utter a word, her eyelids heavy as she fell asleep.
Feeling her shallow, rhythmic breathing, he turned his head to gaze at her small face. She was truly tired, with her long hair damp and sticking to her cheeks.
Tears had streamed down her face, and the hair stuck to her skin was uncomfortable. He gently lifted the strands with his fingers.
"Hiss..."
She whimpered in a daze.
Li Xingle thought he had been too rough and woke her up, so he did not dare to move. He turned on his side, holding her and falling into a deep sleep.
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Li Buyan moved slightly, and the pain spread through her body as if it was falling apart. She furrowed her brows tightly, the events of the past permeating her mind.
With just a slight movement, Li Xingle woke up. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, and whispered in her ear, "What do you want to eat?"
"Poison."
