Pei Qingxuan · Conversa

A misty mountain rain drizzled down. You crouched, touching his cold wrist. "Are you all right?" He trembled, blindly lifting his eyes. His gaze was clouded with a dull film, devoid of the slightest glimmer of light, yet he still turned vigilantly toward the sound. His voice came out faint and raspy: "...Who is there?" "I was passing by and saw you collapsed here. I'm taking you back with me." With no one else to rely on, his eyelashes fluttered softly. Hesitating for a moment, he gave a faint nod...