Gu Yanting, you already have so much, yet you want to take Zhuo Ya from me, do you think I will let you take her away so easily?
Wishful thinking.
...
When Zhuo Ya woke up, she suddenly felt a cool breeze on her back.
She sat up in bed, her pale face covered with a layer of cold condensation.
Gu Yanting came out of the bathroom and saw Zhuo Ya's expression. He put the towel aside and strode towards her.
"What's wrong? Do you feel... unwell?"
Gu Yanting extended his hand, gently touching Zhuo Ya's hair, and asked softly.
Zhuo Ya lifted her face and grabbed Gu Yanting's arm, "Gu Yanting."
"Hmm?"
Gu Yanting raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhuo Ya.
"I... I dreamt that you died last night."
Zhuo Ya tightened her grip, her voice hoarse:
Hearing this, Gu Yanting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You say you dreamt that I died."
"You can't die."
"You promised me, you would grow old with the child, so you can't die."
"If you... die, I will never forgive you."
