I got up from the bed gently and sat down on the chair by the bed, looking at him.
He adjusted his posture carefully and slowly, half leaning against the headboard of the bed. He pressed his hand on his abdomen carefully.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked him.
I thought I still hadn't recovered my memory, but the words of concern came out of my mouth naturally.
Jing Tian nodded. "A little, but I feel much better now that you've stayed with me all night."
He looked at me and smiled.
He was very good-looking. I had never seen such a good-looking person before.
Perhaps it was because I hadn't seen that many people on the island. They all had gray faces. The people in my dream had no faces.
"Nanxing, did you have a nightmare?" Jing Tian asked me.
I nodded hesitantly.
I believed him, and it was my intuition that I could tell this man everything.
