An Ying shuddered, finally awakening from the deepest nightmare.
Then he felt an extreme thirst, as if his mouth were on fire, and his lips were painfully cracked.
He tried to speak, but with all his strength, only managed to slightly move his lips.
His throat was so hoarse that he couldn't utter a single sound.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his lips, and then a refreshing spring water flowed into his mouth.
The water tasted so sweet that An Ying felt as if every cell in his body was rejoicing.
The overwhelming joy finally gave him some strength, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a fair face just lifting her head.
It was twilight hour, and the dusky light streamed through the window, casting on the girl's profile, making her look as beautiful as a deity.
An Ying couldn't help but be a little mesmerized.
Just then, the young woman noticed he was awake, initially surprised, then smiled softly at him, "You're awake!"
