An Lan suddenly opened her eyes, panting heavily, one hand gripping her chest tightly; the satin pajamas there creased deeply from her grasp. Her eyes were vacant, and she looked like a person without a soul.
Where is this place? No, where are Zhang Ya and An Xuan?
When Huo Zhanting entered the room, he saw this scene: she sat on the bed, gulping in air as if she'd been frightened. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked over, wrapping an arm around her back.
"Lanlan! Lanlan, what happened to you?"
An Lan turned her head, taking a moment as if to recognize who this person before her was. Her face was pale, her hair wet with sweat sticking to her scalp. She grabbed Huo Zhanting's sleeve with one hand.
Her other hand rested on the bed, gradually clenching, the pain from her nails digging into her skin bringing her back to her senses. That's when she realized she had been dreaming, but the dream felt so real, she couldn't help but overthink.
