Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao put away her teasing and sat worriedly on the bed. “What nightmare?” Luo Jinxiao asked. “Some images, past life, this life, and me covered in blood, a ground full of corpses.” Qu Weiyin said softly, reaching out to grab the corner of Luo Jinxiao’s robe. Luo Jinxiao allowed herself to be pulled down, lying next to…
The sound of footsteps outside faded away. Qu Weiyin chuckled softly. “I suppose it won’t be long before the news of me keeping someone in my bedchamber spreads throughout the Demon Realm.” Luo Jinxiao snuggled closer, refusing to budge. “Good. It’ll stop that useless disciple of yours from harboring foolish hopes.” Qu Weiyin looked down at her, flicking her forehead…
Luo Jinxiao’s heart ached with a bittersweet longing at Qu Weiyin’s words. She wrapped her arms around Qu Weiyin, gently patting her dark hair. The overwhelming joy of having her back brought tears to her eyes. “It’s really me,” Luo Jinxiao said hoarsely. “I was afraid we’d never recognize each other again. If that happened, I don’t know what I…
After a while, Qu Weiyin gradually stopped sobbing. Her body slowly calmed down, and her breathing became regular. Luo Jinxiao gently wiped the remaining tears from her face. The woman was in a deep sleep, so deep that she didn’t wake up despite all the commotion. Luo Jinxiao carefully laid Qu Weiyin back on the bed and watched over her,…
As Qing Yi saw what happened, she let out a small yelp of surprise and quickly tried to wipe the spill with a handkerchief, saying hurriedly, “Demon Lord, I don’t know how this happened…” Qu Weiyin raised her hand slightly, saying it was no matter. She then used her powers to evaporate the water stains from her clothes. She got…