Chapter 35
That night, Qin Jinnan held me in his arms as we slept.
He seemed deeply uneasy, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and stomach—like a tangled vine that refused to let go.
I drifted in and out of sleep, always in his embrace.
And that night, I had many dreams.
For the first time, the chaos in those dreams finally took shape. I saw everything clearly.
I remembered the years I had spent with Qin Jinnan.
We grew up together in the same orphanage.
When I was twelve, the orphanage director tried to take advantage of me.
Qin Jinnan stabbed him—plunged a sharp dagger deep into the director's thigh.
He ruined the man's leg.
And then, he took me away from that place of darkness and fear.