In the depths of her sleep, Yan Xiaye sensed the presence of someone beside her, making her rest uneasy.
Her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, and after only half an hour, she awoke drenched in cold sweat.
Staring blankly at the ceiling above, she couldn't recall what she had dreamed, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant dream, for her heart continued racing even after she was awake.
Just as Yan Xiaye was trying to recall fragments of her dream, a deep voice came from beside her: "Yan Xiaye, are you okay?"
Startled, Yan Xiaye turned her gaze to the man beside her and called out his name in confusion: "…Ji Liangchen?"
Her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the corner of the blanket tighter, and her rapid heartbeat refused to calm down with time; it instead grew more restless upon seeing the man.
"Yes." Ji Liangchen nodded slightly, his lips curved into a signature handsome smile, "You fainted earlier, remember?"
