Bab 1612: Like A Sloth Reluctant To Be Separated From A Tree

The person dressed in purple was, in fact, Di Fuyi. He immediately held her slim wrist. Although he had been careful not to touch her wound, she still cried a little. It was clear from her brows that she was uncomfortable. In fact, sweat emerged from her forehead. "Pain…," she uttered a word.

He raised his hand to rub off the sweat from her forehead, and uttered gently, "It won't hurt anymore in a minute, good girl…" His voice was so gentle and hypnotizing.

For eight years she had been used to seeking protection and warmth by his side. Although she was able to separate herself from him in the day - being indifferent towards him - her habits betrayed her in her sleep. She was thinking of relying on him, especially when she was in pain.

Gu Xijiu moved closer to the light, letting her little face rest on his thighs, and uttered another sentence, "Fuyi, it hurts, it hurts…"