From time to time, Young Master Shang's broken body spasmed weakly. This wasn't the only indication of his continued existence amongst the living, but it was the most eye-catching.
Cao Cuifen's luscious green eyes settled on the broken body of that carefree young man and did not feel the slightest pity or the faintest fear, the warmth of Wei Wuyin's hand was enough to erase all her worries and suppress all her doubts. For a long, long time, she had lived having to constantly consider things carefully and deliberately, especially as she struggled to survive during the darkest of eras, but this feeling of enjoying one's breath with a certainty of absolute safety was satisfying and indescribably comfortable.