Yin He stepped forward as if entering an uninhabited area, lifting the gauze curtain directly. Under the dim light, the woman was sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling gently with her even breaths.
"Wake her up," Zheng Nianru said.
Zheng Tianxin hadn't expected to be awakened from sleep by someone. When she saw the young man standing in front of her bed, her irritation and impatience vanished in an instant, revealing a smile.
"It's you, am I dreaming?" Zheng Tianxin said, reaching out to touch Yin He's face, "Darling, life is short; come to my side, and I can give you anything you want."
"Indeed, you are dreaming," Zheng Nianru stepped forward, entering Zheng Tianxin's line of sight, not wanting to waste time.
