Zhao Jing sighed softly, followed by a light chuckle. "I know. Don't worry, Wanqing. I know what I'm doing."
He firmly turned her over, pulling her tightly into his arms. "I won't do anything. I just want to hold you. Go to sleep, it's getting very late."
Chen Wanqing quickly fell asleep, but around three in the morning, she was awakened by a nightmare.
In the dream, Zhao Jing was running across a desolate, barren desert. Pursuers chased him from behind, while a bottomless ravine lay just ahead. Howling wolves echoed from the depths of the ravine, the ferocious wind carrying the chilling sounds far into the distance.
She tried to scream, to warn him not to jump, to tell him there were wolves below and he would die. But it was as if he couldn't hear a thing, leaping down with absolute resolve...
Chen Wanqing bolted upright in bed. Her heart pounded like a drum, threatening to burst from her chest. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her entire body shivered.
