In the misty night, Mious breathed heavily, his forehead covered with hot sweat.
He was extremely gentle, yet Wen Shu pushed against his chest, her mind in turmoil, too tense to relax.
"Wait a minute..."
She steadied her breathing, trying to sit up, when suddenly the tightly shut door made a faint noise.
Her groggy mind suddenly cleared, a shadowy gaze fell on the side of her face, and Wen Shu looked up, her body stiffening instantly.
Through the narrow crack of the door, the tall masculine figure was faintly visible in the darkness, those usually burning golden eyes were filled with a heartbreaking desolation.
Their eyes met, his pupils trembled, he averted his gaze with restraint, then turned and left.
And watching that lonely, desolate back through the door crack, Wen Shu's heart felt as if it was being clenched by a giant hand, painfully unable to breathe.
"Wu Xuan!"
