Her body suddenly stiffened.
Turning her head, by the moonlight streaming through the window, she finally saw Wen Muqing sitting at the edge of the bed, his deep phoenix eyes intently staring at her.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
This was her bedroom, and it was now the middle of the night.
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come over and check on Sister. I didn't expect Sister to be sleeping poorly too," Wen Muqing said.
Ren Chuqing got up and turned on the light in the room, "I just had a dream and it woke me up."
"Was it a dream about that 'Jingzhi'?" he lifted his hand and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, "What exactly did you dream, Sister? In your dream, you kept calling out 'Jingzhi, Jingzhi...' You called out so much that I became jealous. After all, I should be the one you love the most, shouldn't I?"
She was slightly stunned, then she heard his voice again, "So, who exactly is Jingzhi?"
The air seemed to carry an intangible oppressiveness.
