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It was already mid-morning by the time Jiang Lan woke up the next day.
He sat up in bed and glanced at his palm. It was as if he could still feel the slender, boneless touch.
He shook his head slightly and didn't dwell on it.
He had actually suspected something last night when he felt his consciousness grow dim.
However, he hadn't resisted. He had simply submerged his will deep into his Sea of Consciousness. While he appeared to be asleep, his mind had actually remained lucid.
Thus, he was aware of everything: Jiang Ruxian's silent arrival last night, her staying by his side at the bath for half the night, and finally, her helping him to bed and tucking him in.
It was just that his mind had truly relaxed, and he had indeed been exhausted lately, which was why he eventually fell into a genuine sleep.
He only had a vague sense of when Jiang Ruxian had left.
"Master..."
