Ding Fan slowly opened his eyes after an unknown length of time.
By then, the sky outside was already bright. The dazzling sunlight streamed in through the cave entrance, shining on Ding Fan's face, causing him some discomfort as he adjusted.
After a night's breathing exercise, the poison inside his body had been completely expelled. However, Ding Fan still harbored a grudge against the poison; were it not for his cultivation, he might very well be dead beyond doubt.
Ding Fan tried to sit up and only then realized he was being held from behind by someone.
Ding Fan looked down at the slender, delicate hands resembling onions and breathed in a light fragrance akin to that of orchids. He quickly remembered the beauty he had rescued the day before.
Could it be that she was holding him to stay warm?