I blinked a few times, the flames disappearing back into the recesses of my mind as Cheng Bo Jing pulled me into his arms.
"It's fine. We'll sell this house and get you another one," he said, stroking my hair.
I shook my head. It wasn't Bai Long Qiang's fault that I had… issues. I left everything up to him to do, and I would accept the consequences. Besides, I haven't been that little girl for a while.
"I'm good," I assure him. I should step back and put distance between us, but I wanted to soak in his comforting embrace for a while longer.
"You aren't good. I might not be a shrink like Ye Yao Zu, but even I can recognize PTSD when I see it," snapped Cheng Bo Jing as he held me tighter.
"It's not PTSD," I assured him. "Simply a nightmare. No big deal. I am going to assume that Bai Long Qiang has been here long enough to make sure that there are no dead bodies in the basement anyway."
