Under the gentle light, the girl on the hospital bed was fast asleep.
The innocence of childhood had faded, leaving a face that bore eight or nine parts resemblance to the Drought Fiend, yet was much purer and gentler, appearing exceptionally serene and beautiful in its slumber.
Her long black hair spread across the white pillow, accentuating the porcelain whiteness of her skin.
Fang Qingyu pulled a chair over and sat by the bed, quietly watching her.
For a moment, the room was filled only by the sound of their soft breathing.
The old man hadn't given a specific explanation for her growth.
But at least he confirmed that Jiang Wei herself posed no threat, and her stance was absolutely trustworthy.
This allowed Fang Qingyu to finally put his mind completely at ease.
"When you wake up, you must give the old man a good accounting... Raising a future goddess of war isn't a low-cost endeavor."
An easy smile appeared on Fang Qingyu's lips.
