This night, it seemed that Huo Jingfeng didn't know exhaustion. He didn't close his eyes for a moment, just stared intently at Jiang Shuya, afraid she might disappear like a wisp of smoke.
He didn't know how he managed to endure until the sky began to lighten, until sunlight filled the room, until Jiang Shuya finally woke up.
As soon as Jiang Shuya opened her eyes, she saw Huo Jingfeng keeping vigil by the bedside. Just one night had passed, and his once stern face was now full of fatigue. His eyes were bloodshot, his determined jaw had grown a shadow of stubble, and his shirt was wrinkled and stained with her blood, having turned a dusky red overnight, looking quite filthy and giving him a defeated appearance. But she knew he must have watched over her out of worry, or the image-conscious Huo Jingfeng wouldn't let himself fall to such a state.
