"No… please…"
In the early hours of the morning, Mo Chuxi opened the door and entered the hospital room, only to hear Yan Xinxin's terrified pleas.
He quickly walked to the bedside and saw Yan Xinxin's pale face, her forehead glistening with cold sweat. Her delicate, pale pink lips parted and closed, frightened whispers escaping, cries for help and desperate pleas…
She was having a nightmare, a terrifying one.
"Please, spare me…"
Yan Xinxin sobbed in fear, and Mo Chuxi could clearly see a tear rolling down from the corner of her eye.
His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately leaned closer.
"Yan Xinxin, Yan Xinxin?"
He called her softly, his hand gently caressing her cheek in an attempt to soothe and comfort her. Yet, she was still trapped in the nightmare, curling up in fear.
Seeing her like this, Mo Chuxi felt a sharp pain gripping his chest, and he reached out to hold her trembling body in his arms.
"Yan Xinxin, don't be afraid, I'm here…"
