Ling Chuan, in a deep slumber, had dreamt many, many dreams.
All of them were about An Ziqing.
He dreamt of An Ziqing lying on the ground, drenched in blood.
Motionless.
He called out to her.
But she didn't respond!
"An Ziqing!" Ling Chuan suddenly sat up in the large bed, looking around at the familiar surroundings.
Yet, the familiar figure was missing.
"Young Master! Young Master, you finally woke up!" The butler exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Ling Chuan awake.
"Where is she!" Ling Chuan wanted to get up, but the pain from his wound made him clutch his chest with difficulty before managing to step off the bed.
"Miss An is in the garden! She didn't leave and has been with Young Master these days!" Knowing who Young Master referred to, the butler quickly replied.
In his dark eyes, something flashed by; Ling Chuan stood up, "I'm going to find her!"
"Young Master! Have something to eat first!" The butler caught up to him.
