You can always trust little Wei'Er.
If in the past, Song Yan would silently lick his wounds like a lone wolf after being seriously injured, now... he only needed to immerse himself in the gentle world of Han Weizi.
The role of the "lamp" was to help him recover quickly, mind and body both healing, while worries were completely drowned out.
Tossed by the waves, Song Yan did not stop until he released all his fatigue and oppression, then embraced the equally exhausted little Wei'Er, gently playing with her wet ink-black hair while looking down at her sunset-like cheeks.
In the air, there seemed to be the floral fragrance of fresh rain from distant mountains.
Little Wei'Er was that scent.
She made you happy, even the sense of smell would not subject you to anything unpleasant.
The sunset faded away, dreamlike and illusory, presenting a kind of satisfying tranquility.
Little Wei'Er felt his gaze, and she couldn't help but lift her head to meet his eyes.
