章 1372: The Story of Ling and Heng (635)

It was likely because she hadn't had a good sleep in the past two days. She held his hand and sat by the bed to watch him. She felt the warmth in his slightly cold palm and could feel his pulse on her wrist. Outside, the sound of rain and the fragrance of medicine filled the room. Feng Ling sat on the small wooden stool and pressed her forehead against his hand to sleep.

After sleeping for less than ten minutes, Feng Ling suddenly opened her eyes and saw that Li Nanheng was still asleep. His hand was warm and his intermittent pulse kept him alive.

Feng Ling opened her eyes to look at him. She held his hand tightly and moved the stool forward, leaning against the bed even more. She held his hand while looking at the man's weak and sleeping face.