He went over and gently pinched her cheek. The bit of healthy weight he'd worked so hard to help her gain was now gone in an instant.
A strange sense of melancholy washed over him, as if all his efforts had been for naught.
Half-asleep, An Jin felt someone poking her. She let out a small grumble, rolled over to turn her back to Ling Hong, and her long, dark hair cascaded over her slender shoulders.
"Tired… materials…"
she mumbled unconsciously.
Ling Hong tilted his head and looked at the weeds, jars, and bottles scattered on the ground nearby, along with a half-used stone mortar and pestle.
It was the hot season. The evenings in the Beast World were humid and sultry, and it was almost unbearably sweltering inside the semi-enclosed stone house.
So, at An Jin's suggestion, Ling Hong had fashioned a large hammock for her out of vines between two large trees. She could rest there when she was tired, catching the rare breeze that drifted through the woods during the hot season.
