An hour later she will train, but a one-hour rest for our young lady will suffice.
These days, all the Blood Guards and Blood Generals had personally witnessed An Yiqing's desperate efforts, a fragile girl undertaking more training than them, yet she excellently completed every task. She was indeed very tired, and she truly needed to rest.
Gu Yelin carried An Yiqing back to the dormitory. Along the way, many people looked at this scene with surprise, but Gu Yelin completely ignored them.
In his eyes, there was only the shadow of the little one in his arms. Even while walking, his gaze remained fixed, unflinchingly, on her as she slept.
Gently bending over, Gu Yelin placed An Yiqing softly on the bed and carefully covered her with a blanket.
Though it seemed a simple action, he performed it very slowly, with great care. As if An Yiqing were a fragile crystal doll.
Moving a chair to the bedside, Gu Yelin sat there quietly, motionlessly watching her.
