Fang Qingyu looked at the way she was right now.
The corners of his mouth also unconsciously hooked up.
His body, which had been leaning on the edge of the bed, straightened.
He reached out and, with utter naturalness, gently ruffled the crimson long hair spread across her pillow, his movements soft.
"It's good you're awake."
His voice was low and warm, carrying a hint of relief.
"What happened this time? How did you suddenly again..."
His gaze fell on her fully grown, mature feminine figure and contours.
The words trailed off.
But the doubt was already clearly written in his eyes.
The smile on Jiang Wei's face faded a little, tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
She tilted her head slightly, as if sorting through the chaotic fragments of memory in her mind.
"It should be that she came to see me."
"She?"
Fang Qingyu's star-like eyes instantly stilled.
That "she" naturally referred to the Drought Fiend.
"Mm."
