"...dao... Lord Dao?"
A soft voice of a woman with a low-pitched voice echoed. Emodao opened his eyes and scanned his immediate eyeshot before zeroing his gaze at the beautiful woman looming over his. Her blue eyes were filled with worry, and some of her dark, long hair draped on his cheeks.
He then felt the wetness on the corners of his eyes and used a finger to touch his tears. He was crying?
"Lord Dao... you were having a nightmare..." Xu Rouguang spoke before reaching out to comb Emodao's hair. His eyes didn't flinch even if he felt the stickiness that came from his sweat. What could he have dreamed of for him to sweat like this? "Is there something you'd like to drink? I have water ready."
