But when Mu Xiangwan saw that figure, even before she had clearly recognized his features, she felt certain that it was Su Chaoyang. She widened her eyes in shock and then lunged out of her blanket, wrapping her arms around his neck!
"Snake...snake, so many snakes..." Mu Xiangwan, perhaps not fully conscious, clenched Su Chaoyang's neck, repeating the scene from her dream in a panicky, hoarse, broken voice, infused with fear and a crying tone.
Su Chaoyang sat up straight on the bed, holding her entirely in his arms, his voice as soft as could be, "It's okay, it's okay. It was just a nightmare, everything will be fine when you wake up. I am right beside you... everything will be okay--"
The echo of the man's deep, warm voice and that familiar masculine scent, the broad and firm chest, everything felt so incredibly real. Mu Xiangwan, stunned for a moment, pushed him away slightly. Her eyes, gleaming with tears in the dark, flashed with disbelief.
