Her long hair was messy, with a few strands sticking to her face, making her already extremely good complexion even paler and more transparent. Her dry and cracked lips were bleeding. She didn’t look like the nourished and soft person Tong Li remembered. Jun Xu was asleep, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the sunset, her eyebrows knitted together, not sleeping very soundly.
Tong Li’s trembling fingers reached out to her nose and felt the faint, warm breath before he relaxed and came back to his senses. He was already sweating through his clothes.
Sitting down opposite Jun Xu, Tong Li fell into a daze. If it was for the Great Qin that wanted him dead, he wouldn’t bat an eye. If it was for the Tong family that wanted him dead, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid. But if it was Jun Xu’s life that was at stake? Would Tong Li just as naturally turn a blind eye?
Jun Xu’s countless times of defending him, too many smiles, gentle hugs, and firm words have torn at his insides. To ask her to leave, he would be heartbroken.
Tong Li reached out in confusion, tracing Jun Xu’s eyebrows and eyes in vain, gently stroking her dry lips. Tong Li slowly moved closer, gently moistening them. A faint bloody smell spread in her mouth, and a faint sadness spread in her heart. Tears fell on Jun Xu’s face.