In the latter part of the night, she suddenly woke up, her eyes still moist with tears as she opened them. She froze for a moment, lifting a hand to wipe her cheek, only to find it was wet from crying.
Her hand pressed against her heart, which was still pounding violently.
She had just dreamt that Lu Moqing had died.
His bloody body lying in front of her, the memory made her heart tremble uncontrollably.
Her gaze quickly darted to Lu Moqing, lying on the hospital bed; he was still sleeping peacefully, though his brow was furrowed deeply.
Looking up at the IV bag hanging from its stand, she saw that it was empty. At some point, a nurse had come in and removed the needle, but she had been completely unaware.
It seemed that she hadn't really been keeping a close eye on Lu Moqing.
She sat on the recliner, blankly wiping her face, then let out a sudden laugh.
Perhaps, one day, she could truly let go of Lu Moqing.
By the time Lu Moqing woke up, the day had already dawned.
