Baili Xia took a gentle breath, closed her eyes, and relaxed into his embrace, finally feeling at peace.
"Uncle, I want to rest some more."
Resting in his arms, nestled in his warm breath, one could feel utterly content.
Mu Xiaojiu massaged her arm, easing any potentially blocked veins.
Looking at the scars on her wrist, which were fading slowly, his eyes showed pity and pain.
Even as the wounds healed, they were still visibly marked.
Just the thought of the pain she endured made his heart feel torn yet again.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he suddenly sighed softly.
Baili Xia opened her eyes a bit, not quite understanding what he was referring to.
But at that moment, she didn't know if it was from weakness or increasing weariness, she started to feel sleepy again.
Waves of drowsiness hit her, preventing her from focusing enough to listen to what he was saying.
Mu Xiaojiu didn't say more, just held her gently, letting her continue to sleep peacefully.