At this point, Chu Liuyue's hand suddenly trembled.
Rong Xiu's gaze flickered as he returned to his senses and looked at her. At that moment, the darkness in his eyes had completely dissipated.
The usual gentleness and quietness, which only appeared in front of her, filled his eyes again.
She didn't open her eyes, and it seemed like she hadn't woken up yet. However, Rong Xiu was very confident that her consciousness should be gradually recovering.
But at this point, she was in this helpless state—she was frozen and couldn't move.
"Yue'er." Rong Xiu held her hands tightly and interlocked her fingers, digging into her palm, bit by bit. It seemed as if this could warm her up.
His voice was low and melodious with a hint of undetectable hoarseness. It was as if he were trying his best to suppress something.