She wanted to act tough, to say she wasn't tired and could still hold on.
But her body had already betrayed her will.
Her head grew heavy, and her vision started to blur.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only giving a slow nod.
She staggered to the small bed in the corner and lay down without even taking off her coat.
Her breathing gradually steadied, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Within minutes, the sound of her even breathing filled the quiet room.
The furrow in her brow finally relaxed.
Fei Jin watched her quietly for a few moments, the tension in his own brow easing slightly.
Only after he saw for himself that she was truly asleep...
...did his taut nerves finally relax a little.
He had promised to protect her.
But now, she was the one weathering the storm for everyone.
He walked softly to the bedside and bent over to check on Dean Yuan's condition.
