That night, the man held his precious young girl in his arms, and they slept embraced on the large bed.
Perhaps it was Xi Jiu's presence that made Ruan Qi feel at ease; in the second half of the night, she didn't have any more nightmares and slept soundly until dawn.
Ruan Qi woke up naturally a little after seven in the morning.
She groggily opened her eyes and instinctively reached out to the side of the bed.
The bed was empty, the cold temperature as if no one had ever slept there.
Ruan Qi opened her eyes in confusion.
How come she remembered that Jiujiu seemed to have come last night?
Was it just a dream?
Ruan Qi hesitated as she sat up in bed, her gaze swept over the bedroom and finally landed on the nightstand.
On the black nightstand was a glass of clear water, and beneath it was a note.
Ruan Qi's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to take the note.
