At that moment, their embrace had transcended that of mere lovers; it was a contact of hearts as well. Ru Yue used the gentleness in her heart, a softness full of feminine warmth, to envelop Qi Yue's heart, to soothe away the sorrow and pain inside him.
Qi Yue kept his eyes open the whole time, holding Ru Yue, his heart very calm and still, maintaining the same position without moving all night long. He just silently stared ahead, feeling the warmth emanating from Ru Yue's delicate body.
In Qi Yue's embrace, Ru Yue also hadn't slept all night, nor had she spoken a single word. Her heart ached almost as much as Qi Yue's did. At that moment, Qi Yue was like a little boy who had suffered a great blow and was deeply wounded both physically and emotionally. Although he was the one holding her, Ru Yue clearly understood that he was at his most vulnerable, and her warmth was the best medicine for healing the wounds in his heart.