She slept extraordinarily well that night, while Di Mingzhe hardly got any sleep, constantly attentive to her every movement, for fear she might unintentionally hurt her injured hand in her sleep.
Di Xiaxia slept so deeply that she awoke fairly late the next morning.
When she finally awoke naturally, she stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind still fuddled in the dizzying fog of waking up, experiencing a surreal deja vu, as if doubting her existence.
"Are you awake?" The soft voice of Di Mingzhe resonated beside her ear, containing a gentle touch, incredibly soothing.
Di Xiaxia was taken aback and sharply turned her head around. His face was right before her, so close that their lips were almost touching.
"Ah!" Di Xiaxia let out an uncontrollable sharp scream.
Di Mingzhe's eyebrows furrowed reflexively, but he quickly recovered, his lips curled up slightly, his demeanor calm. He reached out to gently stroke her nose, and said softly, "You must have been dreaming."
