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Even though Lu Xingzhi wanted to stay up and talk to Jiang Yao, with wounds and injuries all over his body, he eventually succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep slumber.

His right hand was still lightly holding onto hers when he fell asleep. His warmth radiated from his fingertips, through her palms, into her heart.

Lu Xingzhi did not look much different asleep, although he looked much more relaxed, with his brows loosening from its usual tight position. His usually frigid expression softened, bringing about an air of mellowness not always present.

Seeing this, Jiang Yao instinctively kissed him on his lips. Frankly, the kiss was not great. He had been lying on the bed in the hospital for days, his lips even tasted like medicine.