Feng Yan still hadn't come over, and Xia Yinian fell asleep by the side of the bed after what seemed like a long time.
In the dream, there were assassins chasing her, but each one was blocked by the man behind her.
Unexpectedly, the assassins suddenly turned into targets, and a crowd of people surrounded the man layer by layer, until Xia Yinian couldn't even see his figure anymore.
"No! You can't!"
"Don't harm him, I'm here, I'm the one you're looking for!"
"Don't harm him, no!"
Xia Yinian grabbed the person in front of her and pushed them away forcefully.
"No!" She woke up suddenly and sat up.
Looking at the man in front of her, and then at the sleeping elderly family members nearby, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Ah Yen, is it you?" Xia Yinian took a deep breath and asked softly.
"Yes, the bed is more comfortable." Feng Yan nodded.
As he turned away, Xia Yinian grabbed his hand.
"Ah Yen, what happened to Beicheng?"
