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The next day, in the morning.
The torrential storm that lasted all night finally came to a halt.
Yan Cheng slowly opened his eyes, the feeling of a splitting headache making him somewhat uncomfortable.
He moved his body, and felt an all-encompassing soreness and numbness throughout.
As his blurry vision gradually sharpened, the unfamiliar surroundings left him somewhat confused.
Just as he propped himself up to sit, his arm accidentally brushed against something soft...
It was a woman's hair.
His body tensed, and he abruptly turned his head to look beside him.
The woman with fair skin was lying quietly asleep next to him.
This scene made him freeze, his gaze as if locked in place all of a sudden.
Her long, curly hair lay scattered aside, her sleeping form as serene as a touching oil painting.
Such a Lan Xu struck his heart, as if something thumped against it, jolting him sharply...
