Ling Tianyu nodded. There wasn't much he could do; all he could say was that he waited. Since ancient times, waiting has been the most agonizing thing, bar none, and Ling Tianyu was no exception.
Waiting is also something that can easily drive people insane.
Especially when the Dragon Breath Cardamom was ripe, Ling Tianyu became more cautious, with his spiritual power highly concentrated. In such a highly concentrated state, it was even more torturous.
Ling Tianyu felt somewhat mentally exhausted and directly lay on the bed to sleep.
Duan Yanran gently secured the bedroom door, looking at Ling Tianyu, who hadn't even taken off his shoes yet, feeling quite heartbroken. She walked over, knelt down, gently took off his shoes, and covered him with a blanket.
Duan Yanran gently opened a crack in the bedroom window to let the temperature in the room drop a bit.
The light was turned off.
Duan Yanran covered herself with the blanket and lay in Ling Tianyu's arms.
