He finally let out a long sigh, the tension in his heart easing slightly.
But as he watched his sister's breathing fade, Nash's eyes reddened again.
In that moment of grief, a faint murmur suddenly echoed through the silent snow cave.
The sound was as soft as a falling snowflake, yet it struck like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the oppressive, deathly silence of the cave.
Lying on the blanket was Liu Lan.
Her once-pallid little face was now tinged with a faint, rosy blush.
Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then her eyes slowly opened.
Nash was utterly shocked, standing frozen for a moment as if hit by an Immobilization Spell.
Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, his head whipped around with almost exaggerated speed.
The movement was so abrupt that with a sickening CRACK, his neck popped out of joint, his head twisted at a nearly 90-degree angle.
But at that moment, Nash was completely consumed by the joyous surprise of his sister waking up.
