"You're back..." Jiayi shrank back into the corner of the sofa.
As soon as she woke, she dodged herself like dodging a ghost. Who was clinging to her like a clod of mud just now?
Huo Zhenyang frowned unhappily, "You had a nightmare."
It was then that Jiayi snapped back to reality. Yes, she had just had a terrifying nightmare. She couldn't remember the specifics, but she recalled feeling extremely panicked, surrounded by cliffs. One wrong step would lead to her shattering to pieces. At that moment, a pair of warm and strong hands reached out to her, embracing her in time and protecting her securely.
"Is... that so?" she murmured.
"You were begging someone not to push you, screaming for help." The man's pupils, in the dim light, seemed bright one moment and dark the next, thoughtful.
Push? Screaming for help?
Could it be... did this dream have something to do with her falling down the hunting grounds of Huanglong Mountain? Could it be the truth behind her amnesia?
