Ye Qingying was groggy as he began to drift off to sleep, feeling as though his entire body was engulfed in flames.
His body was burning up.
In fact, with so many injuries all over his body, still bleeding from wounds both big and small, even someone as tough as iron would not feel at ease.
But over the years, he had grown accustomed to it.
Yet, as he slept, slowly he began to feel waves of coolness.
Occasionally, when he opened his eyes, there was always a young girl by his side, her gentle little hands softly caressing his body.
The places she touched felt comfortable.
Later, the heat in his body subsided, and those wounds seemed to not hurt as much.
Finally, his abdomen, tense for half a month, seemed to relax considerably.
He slept, a very peaceful sleep.
It felt like he had slept for a long time.
And it also felt like it was just a moment.
When he awoke again, it was light out, and sitting not far from the table was a young girl.