"Of course, take the initiative."
After this sentence sounded, the room fell silent again. But this time, the silence wasn't the heavy calm from before when there was nothing to say, but rather a suffocating stillness where even heartbeats and breaths seemed to pause.
This voice was—
Shang Ruyi momentarily forgot to breathe or for her heart to beat.
Almost instinctively, she turned her somewhat stiff neck, her gaze trembling almost to the point of shattering, slowly looking towards the bed.
Yet she still only saw that quietly slumbering figure with closed eyes.
"...!"
Her heart sank, as if she had just been lifted to the highest heavens, only to be thrown back down heavily. Though not shattered, the immense feeling of despair made her chest feel like it was going to tear apart.
Did she, hear it wrong again?
Was it again that lingering, unattainable desire that haunted her dreams these days, causing her to hallucinate once more?
