The night descended like a heavy swath of black silk, pressing down on the Imperial Palace, threatening to envelop the majestic structure and everything within it in endless darkness.
Su Yaoyao lay in bed, tossing and turning. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, making it impossible to sleep.
When she finally drifted off, she was plunged back into the same heart-wrenching nightmare.
In the dream, Noah's shocked, disbelieving eyes stared right at her, as if trying to see into her very soul.
Then, as if it had a will of its own, her hand flew up. A sharp SLAP echoed through the deathly stillness.
A red welt instantly appeared on Noah's face. His eyes filled with a complex mixture of hurt and anger. Tears welled, but a stubborn pride kept them from falling.
"Yaoyao..." Noah's tear-filled voice was like a sharp arrow piercing straight into Su Yaoyao's heart, causing her to let out a pained whimper even in her sleep.
