Indeed, as expected, after setting down the insulated box, the moment she looked up, she saw the papers laid out on the side, those ordinary sheets of white paper bearing the most valuable things he had ever drawn.
He had just taken a walk by Ghost Gate Pass during the day, so it must have been quite late at night when he worked on these, right?
She quietly sat by his hospital bed, her eyes and brows lowered as she gazed at the drawings he had made, until the sun had risen so high.
When Jian Yan woke up, the first thing he saw upon turning over was Qin Mu sitting there, watching him intently.
The sorrow on her small face was so evident, and her eyes even sadder.
It was as if she were reminiscing about something, or perhaps recalling something.
He made an uncomfortable sound in his throat, and finally, Qin Mu snapped back to reality, "Master, you're awake."
"Hmm, help me raise the bed."