When Losa woke up, the sky was already bright.
Prajna's hair, like a waterfall of black, covered most of her face, only a delicate nose peeked out. She was sitting cross-legged on a chair with bare feet, writing and drawing at the table.
Losa got up, walked behind her, and gently held her shoulder: "You've worked hard these past few days."
Maintaining the world within the book isn't an easy task, otherwise, Losa would have opened the book world special training for all his followers long ago, especially that guy from Venezia, who would certainly be eager to battle to death in the world within the book over and over again.
"It's alright."
Prajna shook her head, looked up and met Losa's gaze. Her slender neck had the beautiful curve of a swan, and the loose silk shirt she wore had an opening at the collar that was suggestive, inviting daydreams.
"It seems like you get along well with them."
