Anubis's pupils twitched slightly, and the furrow in his brows, which had been tightly knitted, slowly relaxed due to the surprise.
He tried moving his fingers and found that he could control his body again, and the symptoms of weakness had improved a lot.
It was evening at that time, and outside the window, the sky was interwoven with shades of orange and pinkish-purple, adding a layer of soft light to the room as the shadows fell.
The young man's gaze lingered long on the sleeping face, so long that it seemed to blend into the tranquil afterglow of the sunset when he moved. He first gently lifted his hand and used his index finger to brush away the stray hair on her forehead, revealing her quietly closed eyes. The sleeping figure had long, thick eyelashes, delicate and pretty features, and even her skin was clear and smooth like a hard-boiled egg.
Anubis let out a very soft snort of laughter from his nose.
These past few days must have exhausted him.