Tai Yang’s Advisor (V)

Under the confinement of slumber and pain, Emperor Yang Long's eyes were closed tightly. For a while, there had been no movement from the moment he had arrived in his palace unconscious. 

However, one did not know why but like the gentle cherry blossom breeze during springtime the pain he felt began to slowly subside. 

His perfect brows slightly moved and he was on the verge of awakening.

Around him, though his eyes were still closed, he could hear echoes of fuzzy voices speaking. Despite wanting to open his eyes, he could not gather any strength to break free.

While he was fighting for his consciousness, suddenly, a cold sensation covered around his wrist. The coldness had caught him off guard and his brows immediately became knitted. What he felt was a touch of cold yet delicate fingers resting very lightly yet firmly on his bare wrist. 

...Had his third brother's fingers changed? Why was it so cold?