Ye Qingying was groggy, and when he first fell asleep, he felt as if his whole body was in a sea of fire.
His body was burning.
In fact, with so many injuries, large and small, still bleeding, even a man of iron would not feel comfortable.
But he had grown accustomed to it over the years.
However, after he fell asleep, he slowly began to feel waves of coolness.
Occasionally, he would open his eyes to look, and there would always be a little girl by his side, her gentle little hands softly stroking his body.
Wherever she touched, it felt very comfortable.
Later, his body stopped burning, and his wounds seemed to no longer hurt.
Finally, his abdomen, which had been tense for half a month, seemed to have relaxed considerably.
He slept, a very peaceful sleep.
It felt like he had slept for a long time.
It also felt like he had only slept for a moment.
When he woke up again, the sky was bright, and a little girl was sitting at a table not far away.
The little girl who had always appeared in his dreams.
She wasn't pretty; her face had long since lost its luster.
But her figure was extremely beautiful.
Especially her aura, noble yet with a touch of gentleness, and within that gentleness, a hint of coolness.
An outwardly cold but inwardly warm little thing, yet in front of him, she was as playful as a child.
She was wise and intelligent, able to guess some things, and even knew that his amnesia was somewhat related to her.
But she neither asked nor investigated, choosing to trust him implicitly.
Looking at Xiao Yao's back, Ye Qingying doubted for the first time if what he was doing was truly wrong.
She should have had a perfect life…
“Master, you’re awake?” Hearing his movement, Xiao Yao rubbed her still slightly sore eyes and immediately went to help him sit up.
The guilt in Ye Qingying’s eyes vanished in an instant.
He was still accustomed to being aloof, but in front of her, coldness was useless. She would use her shamelessness to leave him helpless.
“How long have I slept?” Ye Qingying asked.
He then realized that his mask had already been taken off by her.
He reached out and wiped his face, still unaccustomed to it, and deliberately put on a stern expression: “Don’t play with Master’s mask, give it back quickly.”
“Master, I’ve put some medicine on your face, don’t touch it randomly.”
Xiao Yao glanced at the corner, where the mask lay quietly.
“No need.” Ye Qingying’s gaze deepened.
Accustomed to his hideous appearance, these facial wounds were no burden to him; they didn’t need to be treated at all.
“If I say I want to, I want to. Master, if you don’t want me to apply medicine, I’ll give you some medicine to play with.”
“You!” Ye Qingying was almost infuriated. To threaten him with giving him medicine at every turn, did she really think he wouldn’t do anything to her?
“Your martial arts are far inferior to mine…”
“It’s a pity you’re unwilling to hurt me, so I’ll definitely succeed in giving you medicine,” Xiao Yao said with a giggle, winking at him.
Truly… infuriating to the point of not wanting to live.
Ye Qingying decided not to get angry anymore.
Getting angry all the time would make him age faster.
That’s what this girl said.
“Bring back the mask, I’m not used to this.” He softened his voice.
“Alright.” Xiao Yao retrieved the mask.
Only when he put on the mask did Ye Qingying feel more at ease.
Xiao Yao, however, stared at his mask for a long time.
“What? Are you still scared by my ugliness?” He didn’t seem to mind.
This girl wasn’t that timid.
Xiao Yao shook her head and stared at his mask again, saying very seriously: “I was thinking, when the wounds on your face heal, you’ll still wear the mask.”
“Why?” Ye Qingying raised an eyebrow; he couldn’t keep up with her train of thought.
Didn’t she find it inconvenient that he always wore a mask?
Xiao Yao shrugged, rolled her eyes at him, and said: “You’re so good-looking. Once the wounds on your face heal, many girls will like you. By then, there will be many, many girls trying to snatch Master away from me.”