Qin Ruan pondered for a long while but couldn't figure out the reason.
For a good while, she heard no movement from the Third Master beside her, so she turned to look at the man seated next to her and discovered that he had fallen asleep on the sofa with his eyes tightly closed.
The wisps of hair on his forehead had slipped down, and his sharp aura had faded, adding a touch of laziness and asceticism to his demeanor.
Qin Ruan picked up a blanket from nearby, shook it open, and gently covered him, careful not to wake him.
She sat next to Huo Yunjiao, closely observing his profile.
This man was like a favorite creation of the heavens, flawless in every aspect, whether in appearance or inner temperament, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
Looking at his slightly parted thin lips, a trace of discomfort flashed across Qin Ruan's face, and she averted her gaze somewhat evasively.
Her fingers resting by her side also curled up slightly, seeming restless.