The hand passed through the radiant light on Lu Yuan's body and gently caressed his cheek. Lu Yuan's lips moved. Before he could speak, a voice resonated by his ear.
"Close your eyes."
Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment but obediently closed his eyes.
The next second, he felt as if his face were being cradled by a pair of hands. Then, a smooth, full, tender forehead lightly touched his own.
It was as if a single drop of water had fallen onto a serene lake, causing ripples to silently spread outward.
His heart gave a violent shudder.
"Lord... Lord Tong..."
He could smell the refreshing aroma of dewdrops hanging on the tips of grass blades beneath the starry sky.
A warm breath gently fanned his nostrils.
With his eyes closed, Lu Yuan's consciousness seemed to diffuse like smoke.
He almost lost track of time, not even realizing when the dreadful state of his body had eased.
It wasn't until Yu Wentong's voice woke him from his daze. "Open your eyes."
