Xiu Wanxue woke up, feeling comfortable all over her body. Feeling the slightly hot touch on her palms, she opened her eyes to look at two men who buried their faces on her palms.
"A'Yin, A'Yang." She called them softly.
"You're awake, Xue'er. They've been taking care of you for a month." Ma Wenye came inside with a bowl of porridge in his hand.
The soft and floral fragrance of the pure lotus floated to her nose the moment the tall figure came in.
"Really?" She wanted to pull her hands back and touch them when her hands were held tightly.
"Xuexue…Xuexue…" Shui Yin muttered and continued to sleep.
The thing was like this. A month ago, they lost contact with her as soon as she went into that tower.