When Xia Yimo woke up in his way, it was almost noon on the third day. He was short of sleep and tense in spirit for several days. The night before yesterday, he was tormented by Longyaochen furiously. At last, he slept in Longyaochen's bosom with unusual steadfastness.

Xia Yimo twisted her eyebrows and opened her eyes with difficulty. Her eyes were as sour, astringent and painful as they had been these days. She could not concentrate her eyes for a moment and looked around. Finally, her eyes fell beside her... Empty, where is the figure of Longyaochen?

Xia Yimo sat up. She looked around and saw her suit neatly...