In the morning, Xia Lihua gradually woke up, her eyes met with the harsh assault of sun rays.
The deep voice of a man reached her ears.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet? How much more long it till take?"
Her gaze fell upon the striking figure of a man seated near her feet at the foot of the bed. His handsome appearance resembled that of an angel, capturing her attention instantly. However, there was a subtle flaw in his otherwise captivating features —the smoky dark circles around his eyes, a clear sign of sleep deprivation which ironically added a touch of devilish allure to his otherwise angelic features.
"A ghost?!"
Yang Lingyun was taken aback by the insult.
[Gu Sheng *joins his hands*: 'Lord buddha, please save young miss from the devil's wrath.']
With her vision slowly gaining clarity, Xia Lihua's mind registered the familiar face before her. However, the realization only heightened her unease, as it felt surreal, almost as if she had stumbled into a bizarre dream.
