Instantly jolting awake, he sat up on the divan and stared at the pitch-black night in cold sweat.
The blanket covering his abdomen slowly slid down to the ground.
That was a dream just now?
Why was it so real!
When Second Qin got up from the divan, his body swaved, causing him to almost bump into the nearby pillar.
He pressed down on his throbbing temples as he stabilized himself against the window frame. After inhaling the cool air that came from outside, his fingers uncontrollably curled into a fist.
Who exactly was that person sitting on the wheelchair?
Why did she give him an inexplicable sense of familiarity? Why would she make his heart convulse in pain…
"Master." Huang Chong's voice suddenly came in from below the window. He seemingly didn't understand why his master would run to the window for fresh air in the middle of the night.
