Night fell, deep and profound.
The man stood beside the bed, his slender fingers gently landing between Mu Ruyue's brows, then tracing down in a straight line to rest upon her lips...
Her lips were soft and cold, irresistibly tempting one to savor their fragrance.
Of course, he thought as much, and indeed he did just that.
The man leaned down to kiss Mu Ruyue's delicate lips, lightly tasting their scent, but his actions were very gentle, as if afraid of waking her...
The woman on the bed seemed restless, her brows deeply furrowed. She turned over, facing the man, and her knit brows slowly relaxed.
"Muer, I'm sorry, but I must leave."
Since the Medical Immortal Sect was after him, only by his departure could she be safe. Yet, he was filled with reluctance, with not wanting to leave this woman...
Moonlight spilled into the room, casting upon the man's tall figure.
His gaze was so focused, as if trying to deeply engrave the woman's entire being into his memory...
