Mu Shuoqian embraced the trembling body in his arms, gently patting her shoulder as he whispered comforting words, "It's okay, it was just a dream, don't be afraid."
Gu Qili held him tightly, still unable to calm down from the nightmare she had just experienced, where everything seemed incredibly real. Cheng Menghong's face was hauntingly clear in her dream, saying she would take her away to that world, and it felt like such a curse could soon become true.
"How did you come back?" After a while, Gu Qili gradually calmed down, smelling the scent of travel on Mu Shuoqian, she sat up straight from his embrace and switched on the overhead light.
The man in front of her was still stunningly handsome, though he looked unmistakably tired, but his eyes were filled with deep affection.
"Qini said you caught a cold, so I came back," Mu Shuoqian gently caressed her slightly gaunt cheeks, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere, do you want to go to the hospital to check?"
