Baili An fell silent for a moment, truly at a loss for how to continue the conversation.
He looked to the old woman, ready to ask her to come and take care of Su Jing, but he felt a slight weight on his legs. She drew her cloak closer about herself, found a comfortable position, and lay on his knees while casting her eyes downward.
Su Jing had a notably delicate frame; the serene visage she displayed as her eyes were cast down bore no hint of shyness.
Her pose was not particularly intimate; her cheek rested on his knee, cushioned by the thick fur, her expression calm and indifferent as if she were merely laying her head upon a simple pillow.
Baili An suddenly remembered his first encounter with Su Jing at the peak of the Lihe Sect's mountains.
At that time, he was delirious from heavy injuries and loss of blood, and for some unknown reason, Sister Wen had pushed him towards Su Jing.
