"Don't—"
Pei Yuhang's eyes snapped open. He clutched his fingers, gasping for breath. His terrified expression was like that of a drowning man just pulled from the water.
"Ah Han, what's wrong?"
Noticing something was wrong with Pei Yuhang, Ye Liyuan, who was beside him, also opened her eyes. Seeing her Dao Companion's clothes soaked with sweat, she reached for a towel and began to wipe it away.
"Have you been too tired lately? Is that why you had a nightmare?"
Ye Liyuan spoke gently, patiently wiping away every bead of sweat from his body.
"No..."
Sensing Liyuan's worry, Pei Yuhang inexplicably found himself unable to look up at her.
'That dream just now...'
Pei Yuhang looked down at his fingers. On one of his long, slender fingertips was a clear, rough scar—obviously a bite mark.
'A hundred years have passed, yet it can still phantomly ache.'
Seeing Pei Yuhang's worried expression, Ye Liyuan poked his cheek, then patted her own lap.
