Lu Qingyan originally didn't believe in the power of ghosts and gods, but he couldn't explain the appearance of Jiang Nanshu either. She seemed like an outsider to this world.
"Brother Qingyan, you're awake."
Hearing Jiang Nanshu's sweet and soft voice, he turned to glance at her.
Under the dim lighting, her features seemed even more stunning, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with innocence and purity.
He could even see his own reflection in her dark pupils. At this moment, it was as if her heart and eyes were filled with only him.
She reached out her hand, acting coyly while leaning on him, "My hand hurts."
The scent of oranges mingled with a faint hint of roses upon her.
Lu Qingyan, with a cool demeanor, gently held the palm of her hand with one hand, while the fingertips of his other hand lightly stroked her wrist, quickly relieving the throbbing pain with his massage.
