Qiao Duo'er desperately tried to struggle out of that world, but every attempt ended in failure.
That world seemed to have a powerful suction force she couldn't resist.
Suddenly, she remembered Tan Zhenghong. She liked the way he smiled, the feeling of him liking her, and his indulgence toward her.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Qiao Duo'er suddenly felt someone tugging at her clothes.
Qiao Duo'er abruptly opened her eyes and grabbed the person's wrist.
A murderous look flashed in her eyes, but her hand was so weak and soft that she couldn't muster any strength.
Tan Zhenghong steadied himself and said softly, "Wife, you have a fever and your body is all sweaty. Let me wipe you down to make you a bit more comfortable."
Hearing the familiar voice, Qiao Duo'er then let go.
Thank goodness she had struggled out of the dream, and thank goodness she was still in Tan Zhenghong's world.
Without realizing it, she had become so attached to Tan Zhenghong.
