Today, he did not wear a mask, and in the stillness of the night, that face appeared as dreamlike beauty, with exquisite features, a slightly pointed chin, and skin so pale it seemed nearly translucent, giving it an unreal sensation, as if it were a sculpture of ice and snow.
Perhaps because his eyes were closed, the chill of deathly silence surrounding him diminished, gentled by a hint of warmth.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the cave, and Ye Wushang's long lashes fluttered slightly, yet he did not open his eyes.
Moments later, a slender and tall female figure appeared within the cave, holding a bundle of branches and dry wood in one arm, while the other carried a pouch of herbs and wild fruits.
After entering the cave, she glanced at Ye Wushang, swiftly put down the firewood, and took out a fire starter from her bosom, expertly lighting a fire.
