Jiang Ruan slept for a long time again.
So long, that she had a very long dream.
In the dream she returned to that place at TBI, recalling the time she and Fu Chi were coping with life and death together there.
And all the events that happened over the years.
As if a film were playing frame by frame before her eyes.
Looking at it now, it seemed incredibly surreal.
When she woke up.
The night was already deep.
A cold moon hung from the branches, unidentified bird calls echoed from outside the window.
She moved slightly.
And then came the man's voice at her ear, "You look pale, let me check you."
Jiang Ruan came to her senses.
Fu Chi had already stood up, reaching out to touch her forehead.
Then the man let out a weak sigh of relief, "Thankfully, you're not feverish."
In the end, his beautiful lips curled, his gaze tenderly watching her, "What would you like to eat, shall I go and prepare it for you?"
