She was afraid, entangled with that man in some way.
Xu Huai'an was naturally overjoyed and hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead gently, "Let's set the wedding for two months from now. No matter what happens during this time, Qianxue, you have to trust me, okay?"
"Okay." Qianxue nestled her head into the nape of his neck, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Not for Huai'an's words, but for a face that seemed both familiar and strange.
The next morning, Qianxue had that dream again, the dream filled with a sea of blood—blood everywhere, trickling out from her body, bit by bit, making it unbearably painful for her to breathe. And then, she woke up once more from Huai'an's embrace, panting heavily.
This time, she saw the face of that man in her dream; she dreamed that he was calling her urgently, running with her in his arms while his purple shirt was stained with blood.
She was awake, and yet her chest still ached.
Huai'an could only hold her tightly, his face full of worry.
