Zhong Lingling lay in bed, tossing and turning.
She finally fell asleep in the early morning.
In the dream, there was a blank space where she held someone's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. She couldn't see his face, but she knew that the owner of that hand was very, very important to her. She was afraid that once she loosened her grip, he would disappear.
However, for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, the person's hand was still slipping away from hers, and the distance between them grew larger and larger...
"Ah!" Zhong Lingling screamed and sat up.
Realizing it was just a dream, Zhong Lingling breathed a sigh of relief.
But when she thought about the dream, her heart felt pricked and suffocated.
She had no desire to sleep anymore.
She turned on the light, got out of bed, put on a coat, walked out of the room, and wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
As Zhong Lingling descended the stairs, she saw Xiang Yimo coming out of the kitchen.
