Ye Shuxin had a hard time going back to sleep. She slumped on Jin Mingze, resting her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Hearing how constant his heart was beating was enough to calm her down.
Yes, he's alive. Jin Mingze's alive. She didn't kill him.
He continued stroking her hair and was patiently staying awake for her.
"What did you dream about?" He asked curiously.
She nuzzled her face to the crook of his neck this time, just like a kitten finding comfort in its mother's warmth.
"I woke up... and I was holding a knife. You were covered with blood." She whimpered when she remembered that part. She looked at him, her face filled with panic, "B-but I didn't do it! It wasn't me!"
Jin Mingze leaned and kissed her forehead lightly, "It wasn't you. And besides, I'm not the type of person who can easily be killed by anyone."
"Really?"
"Except if it's you. The only person who can kill me is you."
