When the familiar figure appeared at the cave's entrance, Jin Yi's pale face instantly lit up, and his eyes, dulled by his slow recovery, once again shone with brilliance.
He propped himself up instinctively, the thin blanket sliding from his shoulders to reveal a firm, scar-covered chest.
"Wanwan..."
His voice was hoarse yet gentle, as if he had whispered her name a thousand times over.
He tried to throw off the blanket and get out of bed, heedless of the pain as the movement pulled at his wounds.
"Don't move."
Bai Wanwan rushed to his bedside in a few quick strides, her slender fingers pressing gently on his shoulder.
"You've only just started to recover. You need to rest properly."
Jin Yi gazed at her worried expression, his stern face melting like ice. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
A rare smile touched his lips as he caught her hand just as she was about to pull it away. His large palm completely enveloped her delicate one.
