The little white cat, like a ball of pure white fluff, had just crawled over her hand. It was hardly bigger than her palm. Its tiny claws clung tightly to her clothes as it gently nestled into her embrace, whimpering softly. The sound was faint and delicate, as if it were trying to be endearing.
After finishing a round of acupuncture, Ning Xuan's concentration had been so intense that a light sweat beaded on her forehead. Yet, despite her best efforts, she still couldn't probe the conditions within Yun Han's Spiritual Sea. That mysterious Spiritual Domain seemed to be shrouded by something, making it impossible to peer inside.
Now that the treatment was done, Ning Xuan's focus softened. She took a closer look at the patient on the bed. Even with his eyes closed, his face possessed an undeniable, refined beauty. His complexion was as pale as winter snow, exuding an air of fragility. He was a broken sort of beauty.
