In the morning, Xia Lihua gradually woke up, her eyes met with the harsh assault of sun rays.
The deep voice of a man reached her ears.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet? How much more long it till take?"
Her gaze fell upon the striking figure of a man seated near her feet at the foot of the bed. His handsome appearance resembled that of an angel, capturing her attention instantly. However, there was a subtle flaw in his otherwise captivating features —the smoky dark circles around his eyes, a clear sign of sleep deprivation which ironically added a touch of devilish allure to his otherwise angelic features.
"A ghost?!"
Yang Lingyun was taken aback by the insult.
[Gu Sheng *joins his hands*: 'Lord buddha, please save young miss from the devil's wrath.']