Jiayi came to her senses, fumbling to open the car window and sticking her head out, taking a few deep breaths to calm her mind.
His brows deeply furrowed, he realized something was truly amiss with her, "What's wrong?"
Jiayi settled back into her seat, her complexion had mostly returned to normal, but her voice was still a bit slurred, "It's nothing."
How could she explain it...
That for years she had been haunted by strange dreams, with scenes and figures that filled her with fear and an inexplicable desire to get closer, and now, he somehow gave her that same sense of the dreams?
Wouldn't people laugh their heads off at her?
She wasn't that close to him, either.
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Huo Zhenyang didn't ask further.
The inside of the car returned to silence, continuing to drive along the road.
