Chapter 1443: Chapter 784_2 Chapter 1443: Chapter 784_2 “Peach Blossom Demon, have you ever heard of anything like this?” Logan suddenly spoke up, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.

After being silent for a moment, Peach Blossom Demon gently shook her head: “No, at least in my memory, I’ve never heard of anyone’s eyes turning red all of a sudden. Unless…” She paused, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

“Unless what?” Logan asked eagerly, his gaze fixed on Peach Blossom Demon.

Peach Blossom Demon sighed, her voice low: “Unless there’s some special power within her, or… she’s been eroded by some kind of force.”

Logan’s heart sank abruptly, images of Little White’s unusual behavior before leaving flashed through his mind. Her eyes had turned cold, her tone had become strange, as if she had become a completely different person. Could it really be some force affecting her? Logan’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain.

“Regardless, I will definitely find the answer,” Logan said with a voice full of determination, a flash of resolve in his eyes.

Peach Blossom Demon looked at Logan, a hint of admiration flickering in her eyes. She nodded slightly, her voice soft: “I believe in you, Logan. Little White is lucky to have you as a friend.”

Logan gave a bitter smile, shaking his head: “No, it’s me who owes her. If it weren’t for me, she might not have ended up like this.”

Peach Blossom Demon said nothing more, simply patting Logan’s shoulder gently, as if to comfort him. The night breeze still blew, carrying a touch of coolness, as if to remind them that time was slipping away bit by bit.

Logan sat back down by the bedside, his gaze still lingering on Little White’s face. Her breathing was steady yet faint, as if it could stop at any moment. A strong protective desire surged in Logan’s heart, and he silently swore that no matter what, he would uncover the truth and save Little White.

The candlelight in the room continued to flicker, casting the resolute profile of Logan. Peach Blossom Demon stood aside, quietly watching them, a complex expression passing through her eyes. In the night sky, the stars still twinkled, as if silently observing this small room, waiting for an unknown ending. Logan gently pushed open the room door, carrying a wooden tray in his hands. On the tray were a few simple dishes: a bowl of steaming white rice, a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a small bowl of tenderly stewed meat soup. The aroma of the food spread throughout the room with his steps, like a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling the gloom and chill in the room. He placed the tray on the small table beside the bed, moving gently, careful not to wake Little White, who still had her eyes closed.

Little White’s nose twitched slightly, seemingly attracted by the scent of the food. Her eyebrows furrowed briefly, then relaxed again, as if she smelled something comforting in her dream. Logan stood by, watching her with interest, a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth. He knew that Little White was actually awake, just unwilling to open her eyes and face him.

“What’s the matter, not willing to wake up yet?” Logan’s voice carried a teasing note, light and comforting, “This meal was made by my own hands. Though it can’t compare to a chef’s skill, it’s still enough to fill the stomach. If you don’t get up soon, I might just eat it all myself.”

Little White kept her eyes closed, but her fists clenched slightly, then relaxed, as if she was trying hard to suppress some emotion. Her actions were subtle, but Logan saw it all clearly. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud, a touch of smugness in his voice: “Stop pretending, I know you’re awake. You can’t hide these little movements from me.”

Finally, Little White opened her eyes reluctantly, looking at Logan with a somewhat resentful gaze. Her eyes were still as clear as water, but they hid a trace of tiredness and complexity. Her complexion was still pale, but it had improved a lot compared to before. She sighed softly, her voice a bit hoarse: “Can’t you just let me sleep a bit longer?”

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Seeing that she finally opened her eyes, Logan’s smile deepened. He held the tray of food, gazing warmly at Little White with curved brows and eyes, not the least embarrassed by his own teasing. He naturally picked up a pair of chopsticks, along with the bowl, and handed them to Little White with a tender and firm tone: “Sleeping too much is not good for the body, eat something first. After you’re full, you can sleep as long as you want.”

Little White looked at the bowl and chopsticks in Logan’s hands, then at his smiling face, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She reached out to take the bowl and chopsticks, her fingertips inadvertently touching Logan’s hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened. She bowed her head, gently poking at the food in the bowl, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: “Thank you, Logan.”

Upon hearing her thanks, the smile on Logan’s face deepened. He pulled over a chair, sat beside the bed, propped his chin with both hands, and gazed at Little White tenderly: “Thank for what? Do we really need to be so formal with each other? Eat up, it won’t taste good once it’s cold.”

Little White nodded, picked up a mouthful of green vegetables with her chopsticks, and put them in her mouth. The greens were stir-fried to perfection, crisp and refreshing, with a hint of sweetness. She then spooned up some meat soup, which was rich and melt-in-your-mouth, the warm sensation spreading from her throat all the way to her stomach. She couldn’t help but speed up her eating, as if these simple foods were delicacies she hadn’t tasted in a long time.

Seeing her enjoying the meal, Logan let out a sigh of relief. He knew that Little White must have gone through a lot lately, enduring tremendous pressure both physically and mentally. He gently patted her shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of concern: “Eat slowly, don’t choke. If it’s not enough, I’ll go get you another bowl.”

Little White looked up, a grain of rice sticking to the corner of her mouth, a satisfied smile in her eyes: “No need, this is enough.” She paused, her voice tinged with hesitation, “Logan, aren’t you going to ask… what happened to me?”

Logan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, his tone casual yet resolute: “You’ll tell me when you’re ready, I won’t push you. The most important thing right now is to get your strength back, other matters can wait.”

Looking into Logan’s sincere eyes, a complex emotion welled up in Little White’s heart. She bowed her head, gently stirring the food in her bowl, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: “Logan, you’re always like this… always considering me.”

Logan smiled, reached out to ruffle her hair, his movements gentle and doting: “Fool, if I don’t care for you, who will I care for? Eat up, don’t think too much.”

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Little White nodded and continued to eat quietly. The room fell silent for a while, with only the light clinking of the bowl and chopsticks and the soft breathing of the two of them. The sunlight from outside streamed through the half-open window, casting a warm halo on the two of them.

Logan watched Little White silently, his heart not completely at ease. He knew she must be keeping many things from him, but he was in no rush to ask. He believed that one day, Little White would be willing to open up to him. For now, he just wanted to be by her side, watching her recover her essence energy bit by bit.

Little White finished her last bite of food, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. She raised her head, a look of gratitude in her eyes: “Logan, thank you… really.”

Logan smiled, took the bowl and chopsticks from her hand, his tone relaxed and warm: “Thank me for what? If you really want to thank me, then get better soon, stop making me worry.”

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Little White nodded, a determined look flashing in her eyes: “I will.”

Logan stood up, tidied up the bowl and chopsticks, and turned to leave the room. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Little White, his tone teasing: “Oh, and next time, don’t pretend to be asleep, your acting skills aren’t that great.”