Ning Yanan slept fitfully, tossing and turning in her sleep, muttering as though she was having a nightmare.
On her forehead, cold sweat beaded; her hands clutched tightly at the sheets.
Her voice was too quiet for Mo Xiyan to make out her words, but just by looking at her pale face, he knew she must be in discomfort.
He reached out to lift her from the bed and allowed her to lean against his chest.
"Yanan, wake up, it's just a dream."
Mo Xiyan patted her cheek several times before Ning Yanan slowly opened her eyes to see the man before her, momentarily disoriented.
"Jiang Jinchen, why are you doing this to me..."
Ning Yanan's hands gripped onto Mo Xiyan's arm tightly, her words tinged with resentment she herself hadn't noticed.
She couldn't get over the fact that Jiang Jinchen, of all people, knew how much she hated the other woman.
