Chi Huan was suddenly awakened in the morning, just as the sky began to brighten, she abruptly opened her eyes.
Her face was toward the window that had no curtains drawn, the view outside was a grey muddle, as if one could feel the chill just by looking at it.
In an instant, she let out a breath, a feeling of surviving a nightmare washed over her, and she lifted her hand to rest it on her brow, tiredly wondering why she would have such an absurd dream.
Her fingertips hadn't yet touched the corner of her eyebrow when she froze.
The black cuff was too long, covering the back of her hand, reaching down to her fingers.
Clearly, these were not her clothes.
Chi Huan's pupils dilated, and her mind exploded with a shock as the images from last night flashed through her head; still in a daze, she already sat up.
The man sleeping beside her sat up a moment before she did.
Chi Huan looked at him, and her blood seemed to freeze in that one second.
