Si Chu froze for a moment when he heard her words, the corners of his lips lightly lifting. He slowly raised his hand to support the back of her head, clumsily offering comfort.
"It's okay now, it was all fake."
Mingshu's eyelashes fluttered downward, concealing the emotions in her eyes.
Was it all fake?
Unconsciously, she pursed her lips, a slight frown creasing her brow.
It was too realistic.
So realistic that she remembered every detail vividly.
As if it had truly happened.
Could a dream be that realistic?
Temporarily suppressing the doubts in her heart, Mingshu, regaining her composure noticed her own actions. Her cheeks flushed with heat—an afterthought that brought about a shy awkwardness. She attempted awkwardly to retract her hand, but as soon as she moved, a pain shot through her elbow, so intense she involuntarily gasped.
"Hiss!"
Si Chu quickly pressed down on her arm, his brows furrowed deeply, and he whispered sternly, "Don't move!"
