Just as his hand was about to touch Yue Mingxuan's face, Yue Mingxuan suddenly snapped out of it.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked.
Shang Qinghua said nothing.
Instead, he pulled Yue Mingxuan into his arms and held him tightly without a word.
Yue Mingxuan either lacked the strength to push him away, or perhaps simply felt there was no need to do so, because he made no movement at all.
"I'm not as foolish as you think."
Shang Qinghua still did not reply.
He simply took Yue Mingxuan by the hand and led him out of the tomb.
It was clear to him that Yue Mingxuan was in urgent need of rest.
Therefore, no matter how pressing other matters might be, the most important thing at the moment was to make sure Yue Mingxuan got proper rest.
Yue Mingxuan had no idea how long he had slept.
He only felt that his head was heavy and foggy as though all the pressure he had been carrying during this period had finally been released in a single day.
