Tang Yanqi's head was pressed into Sheng Jianan's embrace, naturally unable to see the faintly raised corners of the man's lips above her.
Sheng Jianan had never slept while embracing any other woman like this. Tang Yanqi was the only one, and it felt good.
The night was deep, and Sheng Jianan, who had been unable to fall asleep, finally succumbed to sleepiness and drifted off.
The next morning, when Sheng Jianan woke up, he was surprised to find that his side was not as empty as before. Tang Yanqi was no longer in his arms but was still lying on the bed, her whole body curled up into a ball. Sheng Jianan thought she was still asleep, so he propped himself up to get out of bed. A quick glance, however, revealed that Tang Yanqi's face didn't look right.
Her skin was very fair, but now it was deathly pale, and her delicate brows were tightly knit, looking as if she was in pain.
"Tang Yanqi?"
