The night was growing deeper, the dew heavier, and the long night colder. Watching him lying alone on the cold floor, enduring both the torment of his wounds and nightmares, Yun Ran felt increasingly uneasy.
Honestly, why was she still upset with him and taking it so seriously? Even if he had to sleep on the floor, it should have waited until the weather warmed up and his wounds healed.
"Nangong Mo, wake up!"
Yun Ran called out to him a few times, unsure whether he was still dreaming or half-awake. He responded with "Aran, don't be afraid, I'm here," but didn't open his eyes or show any sign of waking up.
Yun Ran thought he was probably still dreaming.
Meanwhile, she couldn't bear to let him sleep on the floor for another moment, so Yun Ran threw off the quilt, preparing to personally bring him back to bed.
