The next day.
Chen Ye woke up early, with Zhiwei still sound asleep in his arms, her eyebrows relaxed, a night's rest dissipating some of the gloom.
Carefully, he withdrew his arm, tucking the quilt in for her before getting out of bed.
"Not bad, my disciple, even while sleeping, she's so adorable..."
Chen Ye looked at his disciple's sweet sleeping face with satisfaction, at this moment, he didn't want her to grow up.
Just like this, curled up under the master's wings, isn't it nice?
Back then, in the slums, he hoped his disciple would grow up quickly so he could rely on her.
But now, his thoughts were completely the opposite.
He washed up quietly, preparing to meditate in the courtyard for a moment, when Zhiwei on the bed slowly awoke.
She rubbed her eyes, saw Chen Ye, and was stunned for a moment, then remembered how her master coaxed her to sleep last night, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Master..." She sat up, her voice still a little hoarse from sleep.
